"Summer" Blogspot

The Summer ( after Wild Mountain Thyme)


O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the foul mouthed British tourists
Are in Spain regurgitating

Will ye throw up Geordie tyke?
And you'll all throw up together
With ten pints of San Miguel
And a bucket of rioja
Will you throw up laddie, throw?

Will ye throw up Essex tart?
With your skin of ruddy lobster
Down another ten sambuccas
And a litre of sangria
Will ye throw up lassie,throw?

Will ye throw up Glasgow git?
Drams here are so much bigger
The more you drink the more you save
The sooner you yawn in technicolour
Will you throw up laddie, throw?


John Dodd