Tuesday, May 16, 2006 at 23:25
No he'd probably go missin
In his tired and trusty Nissan
With the dunes forever shiftin
In the early mornin mistin
Without tyre tracks to follow
And the bottle always hollow
Yes I doubt he'd suit the office
With camp slippers what a novice
He could never make the photocopies fly
And people such as he
Make the office people see
For they wouldnt dare to go there for themselves
He may not be quite a giant
Though he's bloody self reliant
He makes see ourselves as little elves.
I can see him in my envy
Though his trailer carries plenty
In the ways he always wrote of all those many years ago
His advice still rings the bell
And it makes you want to yell
Don't think about it mate
Just fire her up and go !
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