Fairy Finder (Radio Edit)

Well he's a giant a gentle one But he'd no din he knows what's on And he's a creature of Columbian fun Til the end He's as wild as the trees And as stable as the Irish seas And as worthy of the things he thrives As any man He was a marvel when I was small He's a walking ad for tramadol Sat in his van eating his haul From the shops Theres goat man and a killer clown With the belly laugh and the painful frown He's the diesel choring far from boring John fry He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder And the childhood fantasy reminder He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin' John fry Theres a man up in the loft With a pigeons lung and smokers cough And a stutter and and a van that lifts off And flys In the transit van on the wheel hub Getting fried chicken for a bit of lunch And then up the hill with the heaters on For the night Is it fact or fiction well no one could tell If the unguskin was the pain you held And the thing you saw when felt impelled To act He's the bottle of coke and the Haribo's he's the yankie man and the winching pro He's the shop lifting and always driftin' John fry He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder And the childhood fantasy reminder He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin' John fry Skids and drifts its the old time Grover Then a barrel roll over the fly over Back home to tread in cat s*** and wake up the house Out for callin' quality crap corrosion Like a hopeful dose of them advert slogans Petrol on the bommie makes for large explosion On the grass Well he's the gypsies rains ain't quite there up top With his wanted poster up in the shop He's the writ off cars, the probable cause John fry He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder And the childhood fantasy reminder He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin' John fry