a bottle of fizzy pop
and flask of hot air
with bottles of hair dye
and a make up bag
with six large pork pies
to fatten the skinny git
up there’s more meat on
a butchers pencil which is
always rendered at closing time
which doesn’t leave any pickings
for the poor old bloke
Over worked and under paid
the story of my life
Until luck comes your way
with a lottery win then
hiya,
buy Scania 80 and burn
thanks harry, long retired.
it to the ground then
hiya,
drive off in your Borderer
thanks harry, long retired.
leaving scanny ash on the
with melted tyres and tarmac