OH! Grumpy Olde Bastard ​​Oh

OH! Grumpy Olde Bastard

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Oh I’m a grumpy olde bastard.

Can’t you see?

No longer in me prime,

Where memories of romance,

Rock-n-roll and booze and shiela’s too

Are there back there in me past,

No longer able

Or capable ya see,

To make a ton

In the backyard at mum’s,

And now ya see

With my mobile get around,

‘tis just a sad reflective ploy,

From the days of yore

And years before,

When a gunning me olde F.J,

And doing donuts

Around the block in pitch of dark,

And drinking tinnies too,

And smoking P.J super milds,

Now to end this little ditty,

Can’t ya see?

For all intent and purposes

I am this grumpy olde bastard,

And to all you

Young clones of Florence,

No longer able,

Or adept ya see

To chase a piece of skirt

And if ya fell in front of me,

Alzheimer’s would have the victory……

Personally, I wear my badge

of “Grumpy Olde Bastard” with pride.

It maketh my day.