When we were wee lads
         me being the wee-ist we
         had to all share a single
         bed like Rizla Wrappers
         zig-zagging or as fish in
       a tin and my name is Finn.

    There was always a maritime
      stench from the feets of my
      two brothers either side of
   me and no matter which way
       I turned there were rows
            of toes on my pillow.

         John West has a lot to
        answer for, it was all his
    idea the rank and file system
    of putting sardines in the can
    just as over crowded prisons
      locked away, without a key.