(John Keenan was, and probably still is, a drugs dealer. The drugs he dealt in, however, were unlicensed Indian Viagra. If you are not fluent in the language the audio will help. A re-post)

 

Thizza bloke guz daarnar pub – eelbi probly scoffin grub

Wi the chipsy eats ill never bea leanun

Oniz edizis trilbys sat, so eez knownuz “John the At”

Weeiz motto, “Icn getit” – eez John Keenan.

I vowdad never read iz book but a concede

Ive brokmi word nso I seek repentance;

I struggled forrawhile weeits lacka classic style

But strangely I enjoyed “A Stiffer Sentence”.

So its John, John, John.  What the fuck have you got on?

Yud look better wearin spatsa racravat;

Can you get me size 9 brogues

Jus like them I’ve sinin Vogue?

Yurra rogue n notn angel, John the Hat.

 

Johnll appily confide thate dida stretch inside

In Armle and in Lindolm weer the lags wa;

N wotwa John’s Gret Crime, whose consequence wa time?

The import of sumindian Viagra.

When John at last wabrought before the County Court

Ed pleadiz case weeartdue fussa clamma;

When the jujud sentence John it wasn’t Gaviscon

Id need, but John’s blue pills ta welpim liftizamma.

So it’s John, John, John, ya crafty woebegone,

(Eezon the phone in fluent Gujarat)

I’m afta Gordon’s Gin

Unna vintij mandolin –

Daya think uzyacd getem John the Hat?

 

An even wenin prison, once the chance it had arisen

E faarndizzen a bran new littlearner

The scamaz Keenan ledit, gained im telephonic credit

An so e putiz pillzon the back-burner.

Aziz book unfurlz, eza bugger fo the girls

Of the Mumbai clubzan sezso iniz story;

Butiz thrills are blown apart, az poor Johnll luzizart,

Toowa little girl, iz daughter, nama Shorli.

So its John, John, John its 6 to 4 odds-on

Thill cumagen - beware the bureaucrat!

Best keep insi der line. 

(Are ya stocking Calvin Klein?)

I doff my captayu, mate – John the Hat.