Michael the scratching prostitute

Dads gone down the dog track, angels laying cables Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables Theyre preparing for power and how to win Im covered in solaire and preparing to swim Old iron! old iron! - I heard the bobby shout As he brought his friendly truncheon down with With a God almighty clout. Mothers playing bingo, shes hoping for a big win She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live My cousins greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm And turn it into a health club with top people charm Any evening, any day - Im singing to myself Ill pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else!