The Flashers Paradise

With my trench coat you will see me Looking for hoots Almost in my birthday suit Except for my boots I head to the sea front I’ll find someone there With my man hood to show you My private parts I shall bare For this is my past time I’m a flasher you see In my trench coat and dark glasses It’s a strange sort of hobby And you know when I’m around Breaking twigs in the bush Jumping out in your path Then disappearing in a rush Leaving you red faced Wondering what you just saw Speed is my weapon Its called shock and awe But behind every flasher There’s insecurity and fear Mixed in with our pleasure A strange Terror is near We ask silent questions What if they Laugh? Was it because it is cold? Or am I stood in a draft? And what would I do If my victims stands rooted in a fix Claiming knowledge to my Manhood Its Mrs Thomas from number six She then pulls out a camera My own thoughts become clashed Lighting trees in the darkness The flasher soon becomes flashed And the pictures are published Me exposed for all to see But with a twinkle in my eye A flashers paradise for me