To perform the way I do I use 3 things
Put my house up on zoopla… But neighbours killed my hoopla… And when I saw their flagpole… It put me off my spag-bol!… These fruits of outdoor kasis… Have joined local bourgoisies… And now turned lavish tippers… Of bin men, and fly tippers…
I just do not understand I thought there’d be a helping hand A proper strong supporting arm To keep you, darling, out of harm
At Two Bridges
In the depths of Amazonia in the gloomy swamps …That no one plays charades in, picnics, laughs, or romps…