Road Trip

I was travelling to Thursford, one day in the car And I’d followed directions I’d got in the bar We were on Caister road, was it left was it right It was late, we were lost we were losing the light We spotted a policeman and asked of him “pray, Thursford my friend, can you tell me the way” Well, he started to chuckle, he grinned then he laughed Said “ you’ve listened to John, you’ve been pretty daft It’s a good forty mile, you’ve had a bum steer It’ll take you an hour, cos it’s nowhere near here” So Johnny, old pal, your directions are crap And, next time I go out I’m consulting a map