Mr Burglar Mate

Oh hello Mr burglar mate, .... .When you come to visit me so late, ... you'll think me old and weak . .... I'm old and bowed and past my prime, .... my hair's as white as snow. ... You'll case our house another time,.... before you have a go. ... We watch the telly often here, ... see death and murder there.... The old and weak they live in fear, ... for murder isn't rare. .... You're just a thief I hear you say, ... I see it in your mind. .... You think it quite a game you play.... just break in rob me blind. .... Self preservation lingers here, .... and death does lie in wait. .... For in my house you'll share my fear, .... my shot gun wont miss mate. .... Yes then they'll come to cart me off, ... when your soul's gone out the gate. .... Don't underestimate old pensioner pop, .... or you'll find out just too late..... Don Johnson