My person to enwrap;
No more they hold the mutton cold
As sacred to the trap.
They never asks me into sup;
No smoking joints they bile;
They hates this cursed new-come-up—
This 'elmet mean and vile.
My person to enwrap;
No more they hold the mutton cold
As sacred to the trap.
They never asks me into sup;
No smoking joints they bile;
They hates this cursed new-come-up—
This 'elmet mean and vile.