As I was going by Charing Cross
The station was closed
of course
And a sign said
outside of the station
A replacement bus
service is in operation
As I was going by Charing Cross
The station was closed
of course
And a sign said
outside of the station
A replacement bus
service is in operation
The beach was right outside the hotel
Which I suppose was
alright
But is wasn’t much
like the brochure
The sand was yellow
not white
Why did the philanderer cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to another man’s bride
Are you wearing leggings?
That are baggy ‘round
the knees’
As I can’t see them
for myself
Can I have more
details please?
I told my dad “I want to be
A fortune teller init”
He said “Don’t be daft
son
There’s no future in
it”
They are a constant about the place
They are the friendly
face
Revellers stop on
their merry way
And invariably they will
say
As they lean
at precarious angles
"We love you
strangles"
I woke up with Wogan,
With 8 million others
I even contributed in a small way
Like many sisters and brothers
And when he was usurped
By the upstart Evans
Anton Deck and I
Shook a fist to the heavens
When I woke to the news
Of the Togmeisters demise
A lump filled my throat
And tears filled my eyes
With his warm easy manner
Friendly, witty and clever
He has a new audience now
And I will be a TOG forever