I can’t never get no satisfaction
Phallus rusted with long inaction
Of every whole I get but fraction
My mirror soul is lightning fractured.
My packs are packed cling wrapped
You a gentled hawk with wing clipped
I’m a wing commander goat, goldlipped
My stealth bombers provoke no radar blip
My spud shooters got potato clips
My poker chips at risk at tipping over
Eclipsing other stacks
Choosing beggars my doorknocker rapped
I’m a burger man anoint the baps
Call me printer first-class booty slapper
In my burger van before the Snapper
My partners big bapped with waps
Best in class at getting mashed
My master puns are getting laughs
When I was young they called me capper
Senior infants twice, now got lines Kappa
Koopa coloured my confusing blossoms
So harsh you’ll need to suck lozenges
Joints thicker than Cumberland sausages
Meet my demands or shoot the hostages
More feared than Kapa Barsavi
Free drinks call me bar savvy
I was a teen when HMV became Zavvi
I was a fiend once I started the za za
Tsa Tsa jealous how busy my bed
How busy my wordstamped head
Broke bakers rabid for my daily bread.
Marched to the beat of my own tune
Now on my signal their r-dials attune
A piss pantser in the classroom
Only eight years out of the womb
Thick so had to do senior infants twice
Couldn’t get easy maths stick in my mind
No matter how often they chide
They’ll never get me to try
I’ve got fewer tries than cancelled rugby
I’ve told fewer lies coz I’m Forrest Gumpy
You’ll sleep with guppies
Be made quick duppies
That’s my bride there, I’m her hubby.
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