Uphill Can

He was rushing round the Greyhound
As he changed his velvet gown
Turning over in his graveyard
He could not hear another sound

He kept pushing ‘cross the wayside
As his ever-ringing eye
But his mellow mind kept ringing
As he changed into a spy

Kept on moving up the hill now
Moving, up, up, up, now slow

As he changed his years to low gear
He could hear the velvet slow
Changing uphill as he rose now
Changing uphill as he rose
Changing uphill as he rose now
Changing uphill as he rose

Keep on moving sideways (lane-ger?)
As he felt the velvet touch
Crying for his grandmother
As he came upon his crush
Calling, changing, going uphill
Calling, changing, going uphill
Calling, changing, going uphill
Calling, changing, going uphill