1-2-3 1-2-3 1-2-3 1-8 lost ten

So I tried and I tried not to rupture
She's a red, and I think of her as supper
Music... the music was fine
Bet there's a reason, bet 'cause it's mine
Of course

Little small funny men surround the table
I would transfer away if I was able
Timely, the F.E.E. told me he love you
Wishes you me obviously

RCA Victor, I lose you
There's a weary gap in the front doormat
M-U-D sticks up for raisins
There's a hopeful way besides Sunday

So I tried and I triеd not to worry
Found a red and I swallowed in a hurry
'Mosa equations corrеct
Haven't you seen clues that detect who's king?
Who's king?