Ok, so far we have poor old Fred, just trying to gain affection from Ethel. He pushes his luck and gets brutally murdered by Ethel who proceeds to dig a shallow grave in the shed and bury his body..
the power of collective thought eh..
Out of the misty dawn
Came Ethel with her tea
she wished she'd mown the lawn
she thought, as Fred's hand crept up her knee
She braved the next few minutes
Closed her eyes and said
I hope Fred knows his limits
and now he's buried in the shed
oowah oowah boom boom ditty
buried in a shed
aint that a pity We need a last line for the chorus, then another verse and finally a bridge.
Once it's written I'll compose something and record it, or someone else can, it's not my usual style
