the local children they stood round
  well broken bones they make no sound
burning tyre on the pyre whiff no stiff to harken
  the first fourteen but not since seen ??
at cricklewood . . . it,s just a scream ??
"twinkle" "twinkle" twilit bar
  and . . . des res with a garden

spare the spliff ....
 said emma smith

but jack would only nod
easter monday,s been and gone . . .  the fleeting feet of plod
but the chicky gang rang as the nightingale sang . . . . the buzzer just said "pat"
  "the outrage occurred" as the pussycat purred and "ivan" stroked his cat
and the "fairy fay" well he just ran away . . . .like a big black swan in tights
  the "devle" kissed his  "mikerscope" on hot arabian nights ??
  but the pontious prose when your down amongst ho,s . . . "repent of ye in god"
but spare the spliff .....
said emma smith

and jack would only nod

"smoke me a kipper" said "jack the ripper"
and some say "what a guy"
an all a quiver slice of liver  . . . . but if only pigs could fry
as the swills-on-tills on the sham-ham hills
where the bunny sometimes hops
  but the camden clown saw the open gown of lollitatrollipops
  so a romp in rome with the laughing gnome ??
  these days you can,t be sure
  get the apes with grapes and the "90" tapes
  and that oh so creaky door

take a "day tripper" with "the ripper"
we all know who sharpened the knife
the queen of broadmoor rides his "piggy-me-phwoar"
it,s time now for "this is your life"
cause up the back alley with sypyllis sally
the poofter,s all hammy as how
"tis footsteps in clover" . . .  "they think it,s all over"
and maybe it really "is now" ???

but money for nothing . . . . and it,s chicks for free
  a squeeze of a tease or it,s  ac / dc
  and it,s cool for cats . . .  or it,s  pernod for pats
  tthe old fag hag bag of the sagging twin peaks
   at the piscean bar . . . . and the freaky fan far
it,s the fun of the fair . . .  but the air somehow reeks
and officer diddle he,ll read you a riddle
  rear mirror eye,s  . . .  spies a buy one get gift
a  mincey voiced maggot . . . an old smirking faggot  ???
 ( the sunshine,s gone down on his late evening shift ?? )
and a dark secret sniggy from  "serial piggy" ??
if yo go down to the woods  today
a decades old game but you,r now in the frame
  on a "mystery tour" down the old "blue jay way"

death moves on ... he,s there then he,s gone
he moves onto graveyards new
he,s the sleazy old pro on the lottery show
and the winner could be you
  he,s the en chante charmer the bad trip on karma
the grin grinning jestering teeth
for to hades you,ll ride ... should the boatman decide to the catacombes deep underneath
and eternal dark pews where ancients still muse and somehow remember the day
and the hop skip and jump of his flatulent rump ... as death came round to play
and the lying in fester .... come dodgy court jester .... the "chill de noi here-ever-after"
pray mimic the fate of the dearly the late with well stiffled guffaws of laughter
as his hoochy hearse swerves seem to fray your fraught nerves ... a pill popping lager a fag
a knock on the door .... but you can,t be too sure  ..... of that  that devils disciple in drag
cause death moves on .... he,s there then he,s gone
he moves onto graveyards new
he,s the sleazy old pro on the lottery show
and the winner could be you