You know me, I'm a rhyming ranter,
full of cynicism and satirical banter...

With aches in my shoulder, my legs and my thighs,
another year older, but still none the wiser...

Dribble, drabble, mindless babble.
Background noise, annoys, annoys...

Four - Three! Four - Three?
The City stink...

This is the tyranny.
This is the fear...

A flicker of hope from the depths of despair,
A whispering voice finally being heard...

You're a petty little man
With a petty little life...

It's going to be emotional, that's all I can say.
It's going to be emotional, emotional all day...

He lurks around the corner
with his creaking, aching frame...

Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...

I'm sorry to wake you, Grandad,
But I thought you ought to know...

Remember?
When we squashed up together in your favourite...