I spy with my little eye somethin' begining with me thinkin' you're all that lets just wait and see takes a real good kickin' to really get me down I punch above my weight and swim so I don't drown take a nice big bite chew it nice and slow last orders mate It's time for you to go don't just ******' stand there wantin' a reach around sup up sunshine this time your goin' down don't come at me all balshy pushin' me around six feet's a good depth you won't make a sound so step into my parlour and we'll have a little 'chat' tell mummy you ain't home for tea cos you ain't coming back
My Dad grew up in a rough part of London in the 50's and 60's and early 70's, everyone of that era claims to have know the Krays. Funny thing is, most of them probably did, or at least knew of the trouble that went on. This is inspired by thinking of my Dad a lot lately. Going through photos with my Mum and talking with my very elderly Aunt.. ******.. don't tell her i said that... I would never talk to anyone like this lol. My Dad... He was as hard as nails, built like a brick ******* and loved me with all his heart <3