bout tree years ago
me planted me seed in me wife
me wife looked like a a tird babylon
had grown on er tomach
bout a year ago
she **** out a rastafarian mon
and de babylon disapeared
me say me tink es ugly
how should me give em away
me tink me give em back to jah
me gona leave im in da cah
and bake em like da ganga
ee almost went back to jah
me wife say wat was u tinkin
me say me didnt no
she say how me be so dum
me say me smoke a ton
she say ow much is dat
me say it be alot
she say ow much is alot
"like, dis much"
(me old out me hands to show)

I'm a schizophrenic, well, I
was masquerading as one.
Duff names DHSS deception
a chameleon at the counter.

           "Name please"

Be that to me she's asking
because Mr. Hide has gone
missing, morning sickness
again, AMnesia from drink.

          "Name Please"

Be Jaysus, in a Queue, low I.Q.
but no Cue card. "Paddy, get on".
It must be me, but Paddy Who?

         "Name Please"

It's the row next to me, yet, who
the **** am I in Wyfold Rd Sw6
I'm tinkin I'm tinkin I'm tinkin ?

         "Name Please"

Oil fake a fit, pass out on the
floor ((((Shakin Stevens)))) I
can do it, **** got one once.

          " Name Pl

Does anyone know the name
of this gentleman? ((((I hope
they do, cos I haven't a clue))))



ps.

This is real life drama, it occurred
to me in Fulham London Circa 70s  
back then I was an active alcoholic
learning how to, fake it to make it.

Were I Guy Fawkes,
today, I is meaning,
I'd be for blowing
up the sewers, in
London, I would.

Aye, and while I
were at it, tis tinkin
I'd be, what were I
doin under the ouses
of Parliament, in 1605,
in November it were,
on the 5th, I'd be tinkin?

Far better it be, to blow
the crap out from under
them basturds, it be.

Aye, were I Guy Fawkes,
even were I Irish, sure I'd
blow the ***** up through
the person hole covers, just
to be politically correct, Maam.

D
I'm standing in another dole queue
A
With nom de plumes more than a few
Em
Name please, name please I heard her say
A                                           D
Who am I supposed to be today

D
I'm missing neuron's from the drink
A
But she won't give me time to think
Em
The Bobby will know I'm on the cod
A                                                            ­       D
Not knowing who I am will seem right odd

D
Name please name please I heard her say
A
Was that to me or in the next bay
Em
Get on with it Paddy, there's a line behind you
A                                                    D
I'm tinkin I'm tinkin ain't got a clue

D
Name please name please, she said it again
A
I know my real one it is Finn
Em
Should have wrote the duff one on my shoe
A                                                  D
You're holdin up the ****** queue

D
I can see me landin in the nick
A
If I take a chance and say I'm ****
Em
Name please name please in pompous writ
A                                                 D
I'm going to fake an epileptic fit

D
I'm Shakin Stevens on the ground
A
And I hear voices all around
Em
Does anyone know this poor man's name
A                                                         D
I prayed they did and the answer came

D
Name please name please just one last time
A
This was my London life of crime
Em
She said my Giro would be on its way
A                                                         D
But who would I be the following day

D
I'm Shakin Stevens on the ground
A
And I hear voices all around
Em
Does anyone know this poor man's name
A                                                         D
I prayed they did and the answer came

D
Name please name please just one last time
A
This was my London life of crime
Em
She said my Giro would be on its way
A                                                         D
But who would I be the following day

                 (Repeat Fading)
A                                                        ­  D
But who would I be the following day

A                                                          D­
But who would I be the following day.

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Palindrome Strum:  DDUDDUDD
Chords A D Em.


Ryan O'Leary ©
11th February 2021.

This is 3 chords and the truth.
It actually happened to me in
London at Wyfold Road Fulhan Sw6
in the D.H.S.S office of Her Majesty QE 2.

For hundreds of years now,
the English, (with all their
highfalutin, Cambridge,
Oxford and Eton graduates)
are still trying to find the
answer, to The Irish Question!

Would you not be tinkin now,
that, who ever posed it, must
have been fierce smart, a cute
hure from somewhere around
the border of Cork and Kerry.

I heard that there is fellas in
suits with collars and ties over
at a secret location in London
trying their level best to figure
out what an amadán is.

,      
.           Regent Street Christmas.
          ‘Tis buskin I waz, with me
            Irish penny whistle and I
           were tinkin, as I looked at
             the toys in the window.

              What if me flute were
                magic and all them
              childer were to follow
                me up to Piccadilly,
                to Fossett’s Circus.

                 Sure I could get a
               free ticket for them
              all, George Lowe, the
               founder was born in
             Mallow, my home town.

               Billy Cotter’s brother,
              from Ballydaheen ran
              off with Duffy’s Circus
               and became a clown,
             I wish I’d went with him.