I’M LOST WITHOUT AN INSIDE POCKET
I’M LOST WITHOUT AN INSIDE POCKET
I CAN FIND MY WAY HOME
FROM SIERRA LEONE
BUT I’M LOST WITHOUT AN INSIDE POCKET
WHO THE FUCKIN HELL ATE SLIPKNOT?
ARE
THAT DONKEY THAT YOU VOWED TO RESCUE DONE GONE DIED
A DEVON CREAM TEA AROUND HALF PAST THREE WOULD BE SPLENDID
TEN KIT KATS AND A MOTORING ATLAS
THIRTY AIRBUS! THIRTY AIRBUS!
THEY CAME FOR EAMONN HOLMES
AND I THINK I’M RIGHT IN SAYING I APPLAUDED
DARTS IN SOAP OPERAS
OH SO WRONG OH SO WRONG
EGG SANDWICHES ON COACH TRIPS IN JUNE
I SIMPLY WON’T BE THERE
I’VE BEEN TO KENT, GWENT AND SENEGAL
YOU NEVER HEAR OF FOLK GETTING KNOCKED ON THE BONCE
ALTHOUGH THERE WAS A DRIVE-BY SHOUTING ONCE
THAT WAS A TEN POUND NOTE!
NOT LONG NOW TILL LOLLIPOP MEN ARE CALLED DARREN
THERE’S A MAN WITH A MULLET GOING MAD WITH A MALLET IN MILLETS
STING, SINGING ON THE ROOF OF THE BARBICAN!
I’VE BEEN SHARING MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS WITH AN EDWARD MCRAE
SIDLE OUT OF THE STORE GINGERLY
EMBRACE THE MARGIN
IS YOUR CHILD HYPERACTIVE
OR IS HE PERHAPS A TWAT
NICK. FUCKING. KNOWLES