I tell you a story, but you wonÂŽt listen ItÂŽs about a nightmare steeped in tradition ItÂŽs the story of a coked-up pansy Who spent his nights in flights of fancy
Met two fellas over gin and mixes They talked for a while and soon got the picture One was a soaped-up soho mincer The other was a pikey with a knowledge of scriptures
The conversation turned evil They talked about people