Lyrics: Baby blue buildings far above the crystal cove
Magenta plated tarrace(I don't know how to spell) WIth a table and a stove
Golden *something* railing just to frame the pretty stars
fix that old piano and the birds will fall apAaaAaaart
P1:Hey, have you listened to EEEEAAAAOOOO
P2: Wtf is that
P1:...
P1: BABY BLUE BUILDING FAr abNOEhfncoa
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)