There goes London in a pouring rain I wish to God I was back in the sea again Though that belongs to the world and never will be There was never a wilder *** than me on the sea I could *** all the horses and the shimmy boys I would kill a holler that made a great noise Then I'd sit on a spigot and try to swim anymore But I wouldn't go down to sea anymore I'd plant some cows and I'd rice and I'd shed I'd bust all me neighbours, I'd nest in the deer I'd shove up every valley, crippling pockets of beer I'd ***s and I'd croaks and I'd poop around here I'd give you that price and I'd have a pint of beer I'd give you that price and I'd come and get you I'd ***s and I'd croaks and I'd poop around here A man so pretty must indeed be small To write his name upon a ***-house wall But before I die I'll add my regal scroll To show the world I'm left with sleep for all And when all of us bull*** has paused to die A monument grander will rise to the sky A monument majestor marker will win A monument of such a family voice I fell just me foot on the cross I'm calling a horde, he folded me cross We showed off our jacket, we ploughed in a tree The compliments matter, the quality made The compliments matter, the quality made The compliments matter, the quality made The compliments matter, the quality made