Let's go back to Scarborough and that cat, The one that ended up going splat, Not the greatest way to die, But before that he had eight other lives. Born in Austria in 1942,
Grant the Gorilla locked up in his cage, No one even knows his age, Sitting there scratching as people watch, A life he would be willing to swap, Peels a banana for himself to eat,
I'm living in a fairy tale, It seems that things are going well, So back to nonsense once again, Has anyone ever met Harriet the Hen?, Squeezing eggs out of her arse every day,
So far i've done just what I said, Stopped the weed and cleared my head, Even got myself a job, No longer being a hopeless knob, But I do miss the land of pretend,