Kilroy

Come all ye would be poets Who put your thoughts in rhyme Who string your words together Become legends in your time Oh let us one and all bow down To the greatest of them all For what is life if we can't read The writing on the wall You can keep your Blake, your Wordsworth Your Shelley and your Keats Stuff your T.S Eliot, and Betjemen and Yeats Salute the new Poet Laureate Let's see his name in lights The modern metaphysical Who can put the world to rights Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy Let's all shout out his name They seek him here, they seek him there But the painters' work has been in vain There's many a time that I've sat here Unable to refrain Trousers round me ankles Laughing like a drain He's no bog standard rhymer He should be on Channel Four He'll tell us Sharon is a slag And Tracey is a whore Watch out for limbo dancers Of Jacques Cousteau beware And don't bother with the chewing gum From that machine over there Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy Let's all shout out his name They seek him here, they seek him there But the painters' work has been in vain There's many a time that I've sat here Unable to refrain Trousers round me ankles Laughing like a drain So take your hats off to the King He's no flash in the pan He's always on the scene When there's a job to be done There's balls by Picasso and L.O.A.Q.I.C And it's oh so droll with a toilet roll Of sociology degrees Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy Let's all shout out his name They seek him here, they seek him there But the painters' work has been in vain There's many a time that I've sat here Unable to refrain Trousers round me ankles Laughing like a drain And while you're reading what he's put You could be pissing on your foot