A fellow named Jimmy Moran
Drove around in an old Transit van
A fellow named Jimmy Moran
Drove around in an old Transit van
When not crawling the kerb
A fellow named Jimmy Moran
Drove around in an old Transit van
When not crawling the kerb
He was smoking the herb
And flipping the bird at "THE MAN"
(But) Jimmy's not all about cruising
(But) Jimmy's not all about cruising
He leaves his van home when he's boozing
(But) Jimmy's not all about cruising
He leaves his van home when he's boozing
Driving drunk, gambling and always losing
But Jimmy's not all about cruising.
He leaves his van home when he's boozing.
Driving drunk and gambling,
He's always off and rambling
Or he's down by the hedge, just snoozing.
The limerick rhyme scheme's not hard --
There's just three feet to the yard.
But here there's five lines
And at the best of times
The limerick rhyme scheme's not hard --
There's just three feet to the yard.
But here there's five lines
And at the best of times
You'd rather be feathered than tarred
The tar will come off using lard
Appearances will not be marred
You can work out the rhyme with your pard
What a day this has been, don't you think?
McTag wrote:The limerick rhyme scheme's not hard --
There's just three feet to the yard.
But here there's five lines
And at the best of times
You'd rather be feathered than tarred
The tar will come off using lard
Appearances will not be marred
You can work out the rhyme with your pard
What a day this has been, don't you think?
Eat your heart out, Odgen Nash.
What a day this has been, don't you think?
It was over before I could blink
What a day this has been, don't you think?
It was over before I could blink
Now the sun has gone down
And all over the town
What a day this has been, don't you think?
It was over before I could blink
Now the sun has gone down
And all over the town
Folk are lining up for a drink.
Drink heart and deep, my mates
Drink heartily and deeply my mates
Think party and steeped by impregnates
The sun's above yardarm
Drink heartily and deeply my mates
Think party and steeped by impregnates
The sun's above yardarm
So enjoy the Bard's charm
Imbibe tragedies, loves and fates.
But who reads Shakespeare while drinking?
His words beg clear minds and thinking
But who reads Shakespeare while drinking?
His words beg clear minds and thinking
Pericles dog prince tyres
But who reads Shakespeare while drinking?
His words beg clear minds and thinking
Pericles dog prince tyres
Merchants, sellers and buyers
But who reads Shakespeare while drinking?
His words beg clear minds and thinking
Pericles dog prince tyres
Merchants, sellers and buyers
In Venice, perceptibly sinking.
Give me a juicy pulp novel
Give me a juicy pulp novel,
A poor goosegirl is sprawled in her hovel,
A hero (the prince)
Give me a juicy pulp novel,
A poor goosegirl is sprawled in her hovel,
A hero (the prince)
Brings her pies of good quince
Give me a juicy pulp novel,
A poor goosegirl is sprawled in her hovel,
A hero (the prince)
Brings her pies of good quince
So they jam it up in a love'll
A gorgeous young lady at leisure
A gorgeous young lady at leisure
Was devoted solely to pleasure.
This sybarite lass
