you aint seen me, roight?

one night, at the isle of man
i found a squirrel from the hole
supposed to be a hole for an owl

the fourteenth owl of edwinchester
but with a reputation like his
they were mad to paint him black!

what did i say, ray?
you said his ears looked like giraffes balls, licked by a foreigner car salesman..
fuck off, ray. and take those fat cops with you..

the drainage in lower fields
has damaged the reality
but, sir, would i know anything about it..?

buena estente, paola chris waddle
does your escudos look big in it?
while the jazz is nice and brilliant..

i must be very, very, very drunk