a hippy from Wellingore
Words cannot describe how he's smelling, cor!
Some ten years before
He tripped in manure
And he ain't ever washed since he fell in, gor!
They're tearaway drivers in Bassingham
Even tractors on corners, they're passingham
The lads are right terrors
In beat-up Sierras
Worst of all, showing off to a lassingham
An old cowboy manque from Bawtry
Lived a fantasy life as Gene Autrey
They thought him a fool
From Worksop to Goole
But he called it motion in poetry