The car that parked on the pavement narked   Pedestrians and children with chalk.   Their games, their shapes, their capers, their japes   Destroyed by a thoughless shitehawk   And yea, though I walk in the road to get past   I'm not in the least afraid.   For soon I will fly to the great by-and-by   Away from a world without shade.      A streaker streaks and a nation shrugs   At a saucer-like disc in the sky.   And stag weekends are poor weekends   If the army is not on standby.   Pub grub, pub games, pub laughs, pub pains   And the pitbull-like strains of kids   If Chelsea, Chantelle, or Jordan should yell   My fears should relate to my skids      The maverick cops with their average plots    And boring unorthodox ways.   The previous life as a pharoah's wife   Is mightily irksome these days.   The Lady in Red hides under the bed   From a husband who quotes Chubby Brown.   It's cold and it's wet, and a knell of regret   Is pealing throughout every town.   Is pealing throughout every town.      (Amen)