Good Old Bill

Spearmint
Rhino was taking our money when
Gran was robbed of her own life honey.
The driverless hornet las post on the trumpet.
His blind, crippled crumpet dont like it but lump it.
The engine wont start without him.
So I went down to
Sherrys mod suits and
Paul Weller.
All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather.
All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear.
Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here.
The engine wont start without him.
And so hes left us done to the nines with satin for lining and a coating of pine and the engine is broke
I cant fix and
Ive lost all the coals and were running quite low...