Saturday Sunshine

Starting to wonder if anyone's here I mean besides me and my lack of cold beer It's too bloody 'ot to play in the garden And the mowing can wait til it's cool I was building a wharf but it kept getting harder Sunshine 's nice but I got dizzy as 'ell Power drivers are nice for screwing things up But bending to lift them well I aint no pup I tried t' work slower an' still gerrit done But there's an impossible dream Six cold bottles of water 'ave all disappeared Swallered in one bloody gulp I wore me ol' 'at but in spite 'r that I think me brain's turnin' t' pulp My sciatica's startin' t' scream An' I'm doin' all this for the sake of some fish Who really could live in the stream The koi pond is pretty There's no doubt o' that and the wharf now just needs a few screws It matches the bridge that I built in the Spring Some muscular young time ago Maybe some rum and coconut milk Or a dash of iced mango and twist Oooh I think that's a twinge in me wrist