Letra de Grafting Haddock in the George
When I was young And the blood pulsed swiftly through my veins Before age, trampling upon youth Powdered my head With the snows of fifty winters I never thought about the future Or what I would become Didn't care – still don't For as far as I'm aware They don't stitch pockets into shroudsOh those Forestry Commission roads What a tale they could tellI am the godfather of nothing whatsoever Our Martin on the other hand thought he was the town cheese Purported to deal in short-term solutions for long-legged men He also liked the sound of his own voice He was at Knowsley Safari Park one day Where he saw a monkey with a banana in one hand And a tin-opener in the other And he shouted over: "Hey, you don't need the tin-opener for that!" To which the monkey replied: "It's for the custard, dickhead!"It was loft ladders what killed our MartinLarry on the other hand cleans out the drains at the Methodist Centre And wears a permanent smile He reckons a contented mind is a continual feastWhen darkness falls, I'm as happy as LarrySometimes I set out for Ludlow Sometimes I end up in ChepstowI am a happy man I drive the happy van I scaled the Matalan Made it, Ma, top of the world!Grafting haddock in the back room of The George Grafting haddock in the back room of The George Grafting haddock in the back room of The George