Like Cod riding bicycles
off the coast of time
y' build up  quite a speed
then gets pulled over for the crime

'N every day the sun must rise
'nevery day its wicked
but every day somehow steals away
and ends up sleepin' wiff the fishes

F'what you watch the sunlight through
and what you wish to slaughter
and what the world is coming to
when you do what you ain't ought'ta

Is as much a risk as keepin' fish
or bothering the neighbours
so set yer clocks, slip on yer frocks
and gi' this dawny world yer labours.
 

17/12/01