I\'m foundered and look it\'s lashing again,
That\'s all it does here, rain rain rain.
Maybe when it stops i\'ll go out for a wee dander,
Might pop into Cathys but then thon Gary will come out to gander.
Gary\'s a nosey ejit, swear it\'s such a sin,
He needs move to down south and go wind his wee neck in.
He sometimes calls to my house, so ofcorse I lock the doors,
Hide until he\'s left and crawl around my bloody floors.
He knocks on all my windows and hokes around the garden,
I\'m laid on the kitchen floor thinking \'I beg your god damn pardon!\'
But deren\'t i go and tell him, because he\'s a cheeky blert
And i know that he would deck me , oh mary jesus it\'s a cert!