Hedley Le Maistre

Born and bred it St Ouen with occasional trips to La Collette where ah found the very same guitar on which ah play this here song below. Raised on a diet of cauliflower, spuds and sweat. Don..t trust the States as far as ar could throw the buggers which isn..t very far. Incinerate the lot of 'em, as ah was saying to Basil ma prarze bull the other day. Send 'em up in smoke. Bring back the Hun...go on, bring ..em back over. We was better off then. None of these tracksuited hoodlums tearin' up the place lark you read about in the JEP. You knew where you stood with Gerry. They..d get the Battle of Flowers rart make no mistake, none of this GST nonsense an with the crep it gets spent we on 'n all. Who needs a toad with a pole up it's arse? Yer call that thing near the tunnel a clock? Ah could keep better time by ma father's bowel movements. Anyway, ah dargress...enjoy yer songs...