Are you wearing falsies?
How disappointing is
that
I thought you were well
proportioned
But your chest is
really flat
I thought you were a catch
But I was wrong about
that
I thought I was getting
mackerel
But I ended up with
sprat
Are you wearing falsies?
How disappointing is
that
I thought you were well
proportioned
But your chest is
really flat
I thought you were a catch
But I was wrong about
that
I thought I was getting
mackerel
But I ended up with
sprat
As a proud Briton
I will be disappointed
In a strange way
Not if Scotland leaves
But more so
That Wales will stay
I have an Angel on my dashboard
She’s my special lucky
charm
I have an angel on my
dashboard
Who’s keeping me from
harm
A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
That place devoid
Of propriety or
decorum
I thought, should I
engage?
Or keep well clear
Of the pit of vipers
And the poisonous
atmosphere
A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
I had a premonition
Of what was to come
So I decided the means
Didn’t justify the ends
So I went to the pub
To meet up with friends
From the playground
To the workplace
From the street
To cyber space
Anyone who is
different
Standing out in a
crowd
Is targeted, because
Difference isn’t
allowed
Its tribal I suppose
Or an animal instinct
maybe
The bullies do
Hunt in packs
certainly
The perpetrators
As far as I can see
Are basically driven
By their own
Insecurities
Victims of the spite
Have suffered across
time
For being themselves
That’s their only crime
Life is too short to wake up
In the morning with
regret,
So, I think not waking
up until
The only difference between
A guard dog and mummy
Is that the guard dog will