Tell them that it matters

Let’s destroy the statues
Of all those heroes of times gone by
And rename the streets with tainted names
What if Satan has a diabolic plan
To start all over again
Without us stopping him
If we are going to erase history
Will the next generation learn from our mistakes
So please for people’s sake
Tell them where it once went wrong


Where shall we go for a drink tonight?

Shall we go for a few in The White Horse in Crostwick
Or have one in The Fur and Feather in Woodbastwick quick
It was then when the idea started to nestle in Netty’s head
That we should get a pint in The White Horse Inn in Neatishead
But did you just say this evening it is my turn
For a few more rounds in The Lion in Thurne
Maybe it is the right time for one with a frothy head
In The Brick Kilns, that pretty pink pub in Little Plumstead
But if you can’t decide please let it then be
The Never Turn Back in (or from) Caister-On-Sea
Should we have a lovely pint this evening instead
In the Irstead Staithe in the center of, surprise … in Irstead
Or we might as well stay and drink with friends for good
Til the end of times in The King’s Head in Lingwood

Trump’s Stupidity

I don’t care if chemtrails are real
And I couldn’t care less
If aliens were probing my brains
(Or how that would feel)
I am convinced I am protected
With my Aluminium hat
And I strongly believe
Eating Cotton Candy
Won’t make me gay
No I don’t regret
Buying that 5G iPhone for sure
It won’t fry my head
Just keep me away
Do not bring me within the vincinity
Of the White House
Do not ever take me to the U.S. of A.
Cos one thing is a fact
Nothing in this world can shield me
From Trumps stupidiy

Comfort Food

Food that makes me happy
Is English Breakfast to start the day

You only need five fingers to make it
Is what the cook in Little Plumstead used to say

1. Beans
2. Sausages
3. Bacon
4. Mushrooms
5. Fried eggs

Put that on toast

It solves more than one problem: homesickness, sadness and hunger
That’s what he said

And everybody knows
Is the most important meal of the day

California Beach Bum

It was a hot day
At the beach
With all my friends
Bums, each
One got his hands on
This mighty spliff
And he asked me
To take a whiff
But the moment
I toked it up
Cops came busting
And made me stop
This is the story
Of my fate
That when I want it
It is too late
Always the same
Oh I am so lame