Weddings Parties Anything - Tilting at Windmills Lyrics

(Thomas)
I looked down the street it was bitter quiet,
A gentle rain was falling all around,
I looked at the brick wall, it was destitute,
An uglier piece of architecture you have never found.
So I produced a poster from my overcoat,
A paintbrush, a bucket full of glue,
I stuck a poster on the barren wall,
It looked so fine but then a voice said,