On the decking

An annual chore which I certainly don’t relish is scrubbing clean and then painting the decking.  As I was hosing it down this evening, even though I was listening to Bruce, strains of Elvis popped into my head, and my mind started to wander…

(With deepest apologies to Mac Davis.)

As a bird flies
On a warm and dry East Yorkshire eve
A man scrubs down upon his knees
On the decking (On the decking)
Then the wood it dries
And if there’s one thing that timber needs
It’s oil that rejuvenates and feeds
On the decking (On the decking)

People, don’t you understand
The wood needs a helping hand
or it’ll rot, it’ll splinter and fade to grey
Once a year is all it takes
What a difference it makes
A wax-enriched barrier
Against water and decay

Well the world turns
It’s a hot mid-summer day and the sky is blue
An ideal time for a barbecue
On the decking (On the decking)

And the charcoal burns
It took an awful long time to light
Oh, but now it’ll glow
It’ll glow through the night
On the decking (On the decking)

Is it just trendy decorating?
A nuisance to maintain?
Do you reckon, in years to come
People’s decking will be thought dumb?
Every fashion dies

Winter comes around and there’s rain and there’s snow
Moisture penetrates cracks and algae it grows
On the decking (On the decking)

Then it’s summertime
On a warm and dry East Yorkshire eve
A man scrubs down upon his knees
On the decking (On the decking)…

Related content: http://betweensympathyanddetachment.blogspot.co.uk/2010/04/music-and-lyrics.html

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