Pigman, Pigman, that's us Harrah we Are!
We all headed off from Chingford, from good old London Town
Us the McGregor Brothers, and 'Pigman' our murdering clown
Leaving the 'Turtle and Monkey' very close to 'Dorset Street'
Where 'Mary Jane Kelly' became the last of the 'Rippers' greet
We left on a Scot's hearty breakfast, Mama wielding her spurtle
Always immaculate in her age, wearing her favourite kirtle
As we meandered up to Glasgow, minds in thinking of yonder
Mystic thoughts in process, inventive discussion in 'Govanhill' ponder
We've got to be transparent, contactability in USB charge
Hand guns each of us, with backup of Kalashnikov large
Arriving this Autumn night, where the locals call the 'abattoir'
Still the fraise palisade lies off skew, where life becomes ajar
Je Suis Prest, the 'Pigman' states, as he awaits the impending wait
Entertaining us with his 'Telekinesis' rattling the fraise rusting gate
Car headlights approaching, McGregor's past now encroaching
Caur he is as he always is with his mental gift of giving us this
To be who we are, and to be who we be, we live what we reap
Carpeted, like an 'Arctic Roll' 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap'
A slow bus to Chingford, leaving the wheels blaze for DC's gaze
We're off in a boat, us McGregor Brothers, 'Pigman's' archaize.
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2024
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