Mines a pint cried the fat man.
No need to cry, it’s on its way!
Ready in five came the steadfast reply.
Idiots causing life to change;
Look at your hairdo, your suit, your beard!
Stupid old man!
Move on to move on,
Lucrative styling, ludicrous style.
Grab the cliché and fins an island in the sun.
Is it possible?
Will she come with me?
Or do I leave her with the sausage makers,
Their height of creativity a Cumberland?
Move on to move on!
She said it again; I listened.
The island in the sun.