Air: Whisky In The Jar
As I was posting bon mots and doing a bit of blagging,
I met a brazen troll, oh and my buddies he was slagging.
I first adduced indiff'rence, elliptically deplored him;
I shared a Blondie classic, then I studiously ignored him.
With me ring dumma tone dumma larf
Whack for my daddio,
Give me your addy-o,
There’s Chianti in the carafe.
I deconstruct his bunny, which makes an ugly patter.
I chop it into couplets and I serve it on a platter.
I turned it into poesy and recited it to Emmy.
She uploaded a mashup to a film by Jonno Demme.
With me ring dumma tone dumma larf
Whack for my daddio,
YouTube and Vimeo,
There’s Chianti in the carafe.
From Stephen Fry on Twitter a mention made her fortune,
And Emmy’s billion hits paid for a house in Temple Fortune.
The house she named it Rime Riche, next door to Lenny Henry’s;
And I’m the sonofabiche that's left without a single penny.
With me ring dumma tone dumma larf
Whack for my daddio,
That's a nice patio,
There’s Chianti in the carafe.
Now some men like the porno and some men like the blogging
And some men get the horn, oh when they watch the lassies jogging,
But me I like the Facebook, and also love the Twitter,
But the devil take that woman for she left me in the shitter.
With me ring dumma tone dumma larf
Whack for my daddio,
She was a baddie-o,
There’s Chianti in the carafe.
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Stephen Moran