I’m a geezer about town
Always partial to a bit of banter ‘n’ a laugh with the lads,
That occasionally ends up in a scuffle or four!
Knocking heads, buckling legs;
You can always find me afterwards, nursing a beer in hand,
With an ever-ready smile, that instantly says to every lady (if you’d care to overlook an occasional black-eye):
‘I care that you’re here’
‘And you’ve made an effort to be beautiful’
‘I’m yours, if you’ll have me’;
‘And, I’ll treat you like the true lady you are’
Honestly, Gov: I live for Friday nights!
Nursing a hangover on most Saturdays;
I consider Sundays my day of rest;
When I make an illegal homemade brew, that’ll surely make your balls explode!
Other times: I’m a wheeler-dealer; an artful dodger,
I’ve got my fingers in a few – strictly, non-legit – pies!
I make a living by taking my wears from door-to-door!
Lasses love me,
Their asses feel my pain for 48 hours or more,
I always aim to please,
But, the optional after-service is always free!
Y’see: it’s how I maintain a competitive edge in these hard economic times,
32 fags a day, I, insist: keeps the doctor away
I scoff down cockles, jellied eels, mushy-peas & fish n chips, religiously;
Like the East End kid I am, through & through!
A charmed life I’ve led,
Skirting danger at every bend,
Likely facing an almighty brutal final end,
But, all said and done:
I’d rather rock out, than fade away, like most!