A deep-sea diver dived down for a fiver, To collect Mick McCarthys false teeth. Poor Mick had lost ‘em, a fiver it cost ‘im, To retrieve his lost teeth from beneath.
What happened to the dreams I had, And the beasts I thought I knew? Those magical, mystical, wonderful beasts, That were kept at London Zoo. There’s no mention of a gwif inside,
Tommy Mc Dee and Angus Mc Kenna. Went to the Loch to fish for their dinner. They had waterproof trousers and jackets to match. And a large wicker basket for holding their catch.
I just can’t stand to see you leave, Though we’ve never met before, I shift my weight and hesitate As you exit through the door. Another wasted night I guess Of beer stains on my shirt,