I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in a flight of fancy
Met two fellas over gin and mixes
They talked for a while and soon got the picture
One was a souped-up Soho mimer (mixer)
The other was a pikey with a knowledge of scriptures
Then the conversation turned evil
Then the conversation turned evil
Then the conversation turned evil
They talked about the people
