My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her face
She’s clearly working class
Because at her dad’s place
They have a television
That’s bigger than their bookcase
My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her face
She’s clearly working class
Because at her dad’s place
They have a television
That’s bigger than their bookcase
I watched a riveting documentary
On television last night
It was all about how ships were
Put together by shipwrights
Phil Lynott was robbed by a Gypsy
And searched for him wide and far oh
He caught him and took him home
Pythagoras would have beleived
Every triangle was a love triangle
Not simply because of the mathematics
But because he loved triangles
The thing that gives me anxiety
Are people reading my stories
But even worse than that are
People not reading my stories
I have many questions
That
are not my bailiwick
Why
is it so hard to recall
How
to spell mnemonic?
The TV and radio airways are now awash
With
colloquial accents, no longer posh
Scouse
and Geordie slang pervade the ears
And
Brummie talk will bring a man to tears
Welsh
and Scottish tones dispense the news
Guttural
pronouncements from their shoes
The
new name for this invasion of your home
Known
as I.V.S. or irritable vowel syndrome