Mark
Riding along in my wheelie bin, My friends beside me are on the gin.
I don't
know where I want to go, Just find me a phone in which to throw.
Cruising and
drinking my alcahol, Listening to Fairport and having a ball.
Davids brought along his spade, Because of the mess I made.
I thought I
was going to choke, When I found out his spade had broke.
Feeling scared and
quite contrite, For behaving like a shite!