la coppa della bibita

there was a man
it wasnt jack white
i know this coz there wasnt meg white
or any white/black/red trimmings
this man had ginger hair
his friends probably called him the ginger ninja
or the ginger whinger
or if they were from a certain part it might have been the ginger minger
if they weren't from that part, it wouldn't have made much sense
this man had a muppety green and white beanie type hat
horizontally striped like celtic FC's colours - hoops
he also had a ginger beard
and big bad spot
he caught a bus past paul kelly's memories
all the way from how groovy is groovy is aint so groovyroy
he talked about evo
not devo
but evo
everybody seemed to know evo
except me
he smoked roll ups
and roll ups with extra goody smell
and drank beer from a stubby holder of some variety
it didnt belong to meredith though
i found him hard to read
was he a cool friendly bloke
or was he a twat
or was I a cool friendly twat
maybe that is just what people do on pilgrimmages
nobody knew about the goat
that yummy yummy goat
not the schnaa chicky selling tix
not her mate who made a big 'what the fuck?' face
there was a band from telly
and a barnyard love in a mumsy way not in a big figa way
and that chick that twangs your heart strings whether you like it or not
beavis found a goat chained up behind a hill
we milked it
then we found the soooonshine
and the ginger bloke
we munched and crunched
some big noise came from over there
and something happened very far away
there were some ooohs and aahhhhhs
another mumsy wumsy tracie flapped about
and some blokes, some other birds and some kids
at orange time a helmut with a stick stuck in it hoooted
then it was all about something again
blokes, chicks, kids... and streakers
they were my highlight
then we went for a pint
on point of principle
and paul kelly kept hassling us
any old excuse to push past us again
6 times in 15 minutes
just getting a pint of water
just getting a pint of stout
just getting a pint of hasselfhoff extra cheesy
just getting a pint of ale
just getting a pint of mixed toilet lollies
just get your fucking pint paul...
suspicions were confirmed when he pulled out a cd from under his leather jacket tried to sell us this black market copy of his new album...
its called 'just getting a pint'
dodgy geezer, trying that subliminal or something advertising on us.
luckily i had my paul kelly proof underwear on
a rumble grew in the background
and we left as the night was yet young and no fun is good fun

oh i nearly forgot, everything was simply lovely...