Martha

Have I told you about Martha?

You would talk for hours if you met her

I used to see her every Tuesday

Walking to the park for the fresh air

She's sitting on her bench in the sunshine,

Taking in the bird and the flowers

She's all alone but she don’t mind, no she don’t mind.

She’s always telling me

Keep your head up, keep your head up girl, this is a mad, mad world

You think you’ve seen it all, but let me tell you, you’ve seen nothing