Caesar Really Was a Decent Bloke

I once knew a bloke Who hailed from Stoke He saw me on the street And so we did greet But I said to him with much ire "You're a liar You call me your chummy But you hate me mummy" To the allegation he did respond: "You are mistaken, of your mum I am fond" "Nay" said I "You just like her black pie." After much thought To his lips he brought: "Caesar really was a decent bloke" I once new a lad In dog tooth suits he was clad As I boarded the tube I yelled "Hey rube! You slept with my sister Explain mister!" He consternated And maybe debated But he said: "Caesar really was a decent bloke" I once knew a sod Who seemed quite odd I was watching the Blues When I said "Those are my shoes! Explain saucy knave!" He replied: "To me your girlfriend gave After that Unforgettable spat" "That's a false report!" I said in retort To which he said: "Genghis really was a decent bloke" "Don't you mean Caesar" I said Reply: "Forgive me cabbage head I have no abode with which to rest my node Be gone with you I have two That'll make you stew If you don't shut your gob Don't talk of Caesar my name is Bob!" One day On my parlay Through Southhampton way I was confronted By a man with head bunted To me he said "I wish you were dead 200 pounds you owe me" I shrugged at the fee But did reply "Caesar really was a decent bloke"