Those silly fools, are on their soap boxes again,
They think their words are candy, but I’m not buying it!
When I listen to their gruel, I just laugh and cry,
But I won’t do it too much, as my little friend may die,
Has anybody got any haemorrhoid cream!?
I carefully use the tabloids; as my toilet paper,
After I try to chew down on that claggy church wafer,
When I read these sale pitches, I just laugh and cry,
But, oops there he goes again, my little friend has died,
Has anybody got any haemorrhoid cream!?
Those yobbo youths in packs, repeat all the while,
As they ride their bikes on the path, and spray upon the tiles,
When I read what they have put, I just laugh and cry,
And yes, you’ve guessed it buddy, my little friend has died,
Has anybody got any haemorrhoid cream!?