Are you wearing a moob tube?
Well, I can’t think
what else it could be
Why would you be
wearing a life belt?
When we’re seventy
miles from the sea
Are you wearing a moob tube?
Well, I can’t think
what else it could be
Why would you be
wearing a life belt?
When we’re seventy
miles from the sea
I am defiantly getting old
And I am not alright
with that
So, when I’m asked my
age
I say I’m forty nine plus
vat
I sit alone in a room
Writing jokes for comics
To earn my money
But on my own I wonder
If I’m the only person on the planet
Who thinks it's funny
So, riddled with self-doubt
I’m terrified of finding out
When I was in a writing team
We was write a gag and get a laugh
Now it’s just me and a word processor
And it's hard to make the bastard laugh
I discovered my favourite duck was sick
Unfortunately, he had a monkey on his back
It turned out he used a multitude of drugs
But his favourite drug of choice was Quack
I think it’s misogynistic
To use the word misogyny
I’m not being pedantic but
It should be ms-ogyny
I saw a Marmite truck the other day
Driving down the motorway
And I bet my mate ten pound
That it was heading yeast bound