I dreamt a dream in which we gave

The bum’s rush to that George and Dave;

Our possee chased them up and down

We chased those varmints out of town;

 

You couldn’t see them prairie dogs for dust.

 

Says Dave to George, “What we got planned?”

Says George, “We’re off to Switzerland”.

That swag that we have both been saving

Is salted in a Swiss tax haven;

 

And what’s more HMRC are thick as thieves with HSBC.

I’ve been busy, Dave!”

 

But in the desert sun they flag

Their hosses’ hooves begin to drag

Says George, “My horse won’t make this trip”.

Says Dave, “Well use my three-line whip”.

The possee’s boss though is no ass

“We’ll head ‘em off, boys, at the pass”

 

This’s how they talk down south

(Luton and such-like)

 

Their parlamentray privilege

Don’t cut no ice at Dead Man’s Ridge

“The two of you’s under arrest

As leaders of that viper’s nest”

So Dave and George are doomed to fail

And both end up in Tombstone Jail

 

The press are quickly on their cases

Next day’s papers show their faces

And not just in the Morning Star’s

Do they peer out through prison bars

 

And in my dream I note the day –

The paper’s date – the 8th of May.

 

Live the dream.  You c’n make it happen if’n ya wanna.