I like to have a bit of fun, but my son is worse than me
we are known throughout the village, which is by the sea
we've played a few practical jokes, all in fun of course
nobody gets hurt, and there's no remorse
now Alan, next door installed, a wood fire, without council approval
through the roof the chimney went, three studs were for removal
so my son and I had sneaky plan, about a new gas line
we installed a plastic cover which said 'no naked flames at any time'
we gave a fifty meter coverage, which encapsulated Alan's land
no gas cooking, or external fires, every spark is banned
you will be fined ten thousand dollars, if you make a flame
we followed this up, with an official letter, with no mention of a name
we even dug a little trench leading to the sea
to cover the imaginary gas line, that one could see
Alan's hands were shaking, as i was offering advice
I'm just that kind of bloke, trying to be nice
his chimney, i said, needed to be, forty meters high
and i would help him with the scaffolding, way up in the sky
his missus did not fall for this, as she woke up to the call
she said (Bollocks) Bobby Gibson an to your son anall
Bob Gibson
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