Man, that was hilarious and scary
all at the very same time.
At one point, you actually ran
up that big bastard’s back
like he was a fucking stepladder.
You’d have made it out too,
if you hadn’t have slipped
in that beer puddle.
Anyway, two of your mates,
with the green and red mohawks
just came out 5 minutes before you.
They headed over the road
to The Winston Churchill.
Christ, you’re a bit more banged-up
(Excuse the pun!) and bruised
than when they nabbed you last night.
Sure, help yourself, fuck it, have two…
they’re Regal King Size.
Nice to meet you, by the way…
they’ll be talking about you lot
for weeks ‘round this place.
My Treacle thinks you’re hot,
in an insane kind of way,
but, she’s never had any taste.
Eh? No, no, it was a joke…
I’m fucking married to it, mate, innit!