Lets write a song

Before she rides her mobility scooter to Devon

 

Across the bridge of Tamar. Now in devon, so full of cream and posters of primal scream. Cornwall way behind. A tear so defined.

 

And she meats a bat who is so kind.....

 

That he offers to shove a cornish pasty up her behind.

 

Oh no, oh fudge, oh clotted cream!

 

The skyline over Grove park, looking bleak, looking dark. Gothic angels come out of the shops, bordered up since 87, due to the fiftieth rule of forbidden drink and stairway to heaven. Then Olivia comes out on her motorbike like a bat out of hell. Tears in her eyes and a story to tell.

 

Then she sends a monkey to hell

 

for the terrible, incredibly bad, detestful smell

 

Looks like someone used garlic juice for hair gel

 

and someonelse used an old sock for a face

 

and for har a load of old bootlace