My pal Pete had this cousin Who was always known as **** He had earned this name at school Because he was always prodding his friends For the answers to teacher's questions
Now **** was a likeable and friendly guy But, alas, the police knew him well He had a penchant for breaking and entry Not peoples homes, thankfully His thing was robbing garages Tires, spares, cash or anything else Whenever a garage was ******* **** was the first port of call
Anyway, on this day I'm thinking of Pete and me were chatting to **** Just casually shooting the breeze As you do on a sunny Saturday And a cop car crawled past us A passer-by spoke up cheerfully "Eyup, ****! Yer cab's here!"