A mouthy little blaggard

Could start a fight in an empty room

Thrived on his reputation

As The Laureate of Levenshulme

Infamy was his

All over Manchester

Some saw him as a pest

Others as a jester

He’d needle and push

But when it came to blows

He’d escape the carnage

And be off on his toes

In the pubs of Salford

And the clubs of Eccles

He stood out a mile         

With ginger hair and freckles

Performing and insulting

The hardest of the gangs

Calling them puffs and pikeys

Slagging off their mams

Rhyming and sniding

With big words he’d speak

Provoking the wrong people

From Ancoats to Newton Heath

Then one fateful night

On stage in Belle Vue

Our boastful blabbermouth

Bit off more than he could chew

He offended M18s finest

All armed with bricks and sticks

 

 

 

Chased him along Hyde Road

Into deepest dark Ardwick

Knackered and outnumbered

Cornered on the Mancunian Way

He finally surrendered

And decided to call it a day

From Burnage to Reddish

Many a cloth cap was doffed

They lined the streets of Northenden

Bowed their heads and waved him off

In a corner of Southern Cemetery

His body is now entombed

A granite headstone simply reads

The Laureate of Levenshulme