but walking down the streets at night
 turn around a smeagly sight
and is that a "chicky" there before me on the corner lamp of  light
  cause batman and robin  it,s time  to get nobbing a case of it,s sofa so good
or think of the  cred and and  when everythings said
the laughter of "boyz from the hood"
and "hard times in these rhymes"  the smeagly of all chimes
 it,s "charlie" a vieled as invite it,s one for the road but a hole in a toad
  as the corner leads off to the  right
as away so she gave but it,s easy to slaved
but the girl so did once wear a cape
like a damsel distress from the fanged ones caress 
and it seemed like a lucky escape

but mr pye he,s maybe sly  nothing to troller yet
in some ways outskirted to felines a flirted
 no foxy,s who,s sure of a bet
but talk of ms hatters in no way all patters
she,s alright that,s sure of a bet
but talking jaywalking . . .  as  eyes on stilts stalking
to "big bad" its well it,s all yet
and then spot a feline a frission of fine wine
not with such a bognor as face
no desperate as dan (  well she was in the can )
although from the minging as race
but touch on a shoulder as walk on by bolder
all of your chickys for free
or time to get your money for nothin
it,s rtime to a rhyme we will see

a saveloy chips or it,s chicky madrasses
a ceaser we all hail a "wally in glasses"
as dark in a tavern a lager to cavern drinking  in near empty bars
the creep and the all crawl of michael the mincing
 and all of the minceters from mars
but heads tales or lose it,s the "lady toulouse" so few of us there all to know
 not quite so pain when it,s lady igrayne .... some seek to now boldly go
as, greeny eyed munster or fester the funster  .... a waltzer .... a drink for a ride
all comes to fail (and he,s not one to hail)  time for a caustic aside
so "do they give classes in wallies in glasses" give me a starter for ten
and lady igrayne it,s all well to plain,when all,s done the manly of  men
as overhead ( well it,s been said ) a seagull laughed till he cried
you couldn,t  p...p..p...pick up a penquin ..... even if you tried
but it,s all the views ... of the news of the booze a new empty space by a bar
the moral the story .... but is it vote story ... the walrus it now is my star
but it,s in the drink or is it i think it,s now the end of the show
stood by a bar .... or a wandering star ....
 maybe it,s now time to go

he lives all alone at the top of the stairs
a fool on a hill  but the hippy wears flares
but passing to grassing i was on my way
a neighbourly need dib dib dob for the day
as knock knock then tick tock as footsteps afar
a face and the eyes from a door half ajar
but no friendly cup of tea custard cream inviting
on the dole in so dingy a hole perhaps he,s all a writing
and acts as though excalibabe has seen the dark as knight
he rode the toad so in the road it wasn, such a sight
and act,s reacts well it,s a knockout personal of wealth
he only says "me too me too . . .  a  parker so myself"
  backing for sacking somehow all lacking cackling all the way
  grinning for grinning the dark knights a sinning
but punk go ahead it,s my day