Odds and Evens and Vermin,
Aldi is not the only fruit,
Here on this street.
While we hang around
and whisper ‘please’
It’s a load of old rope.
for them on the dope.
You barely even know.
‘Skewers’ you call him
As he makes a ratface at you saying
‘Take in the chainmail stuff,
This is Britain bruv’
wiping his dirty hands on his sleeves
. ‘What will I wear then I wonder?
For Arthurs Roundtable assembling over yonder?’
Esconsed safely in your rooms you promise.
He should have picked on someone smaller’
and with rolling pin at the ready an’ all in a lather you muster
You don’t come around here telling the ducks which way to quaack and all that
young fella theres more to this life than being a yeller !
I could go on but it would spoil all the fun of finding
out what life is like on this street. And We’ve barely even started.
I’ll let you know how things go.
So we say goodnight.
And wish you all happy dreams.
Good old Terry Wogan. We miss ya!
I thought id write this for TW from about half way through. I began to hear his voice talking the words as i wrote and rewrote. So this ones for Sir Terry.