On slow threads here some like to bump it
Whilst others resound with much trumpet
Whatever they do
Baby, I'm telling you
Don't blow on the strings try and strum pet.
For ev'ry thought wondrous noetic
Endless drivel here's tarred zoetic
For ev'ry thought wondrous noetic
Endless drivel here's tarred zoetic
What the hell was all that?
But you've got it off pat
Who got it off some barred poetic.
The lusting round here's so satyric
That victories come to be pyrrhic
The lusting round here's so satyric
That victories come to be pyrrhic
If it's victories you seek
Don't come over all meek
And mild while attacking the lyric
Knocking off work to then carry bricks
To your cottage way out in the sticks
Can't beat honest toil
You grub in the soil
And save yourself some spondulicks
So tell us about the bricklaying
Which's thick as the brick in the saying
Whispering feet of clay
Babylon to this day
With puns from the ones that are playing.
When I'd counted the money I kept
It got put away safely, except
What I spent on the drugs
And the salacious "hugs"
In the backseats of cars where I leapt.
It is best that when wasting the rest
You acquire at least one palimpsest
'cos even a vulture
Should invest in her culture
And darn all the holes in her vest.
Today I went into the city
It was sunny, delightful and pretty
But I saw something there
That I stood on with flair
It's a shame that the pavements are shitty.
There I was with some cack on my shoe
Now just what is a feller to do?
There I was with some cack on my shoe
Now just what is a feller to do?
What with no brown in town
I could frown and go down
To the harbour to wash off the poo.
