In the public bar,
The blokes all come and go
But they don’t talk of Michaelangelo
They talk of United 2 and City 1 (Give me strengf ref!”)
And ‘ow “The Gunners” bin undone
The wimmin on the uvver ‘and
Con-tem-plate
The wasteland of their emotions (’e alwayz worz a barstard)
‘ow Kylie’s ‘ad a son and …
If only we’d won
The lotto
In the owld currant bun.