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A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY

I WAS IN A PUB, THE OTHER NIGHT,
THE AIR WAS THICK WITH PERFUME SMOKE AND JOKES,
MOSTLY BLUE,
APART FROM A FEW,
BEING TOLD TO THE WIMMIN,
BY ONE OR TWO FUNNY BLOKES

SOMEONE THREW A DART,
THEN THERE WAS A FART,
I WONDERED WOT NEXT TO DO,
DOWN A PINT AND VISIT THE LOO,
OR PISS OFF NOW,
TO PASTURES NEW

DOG AND DUCK IT,
SAID A VOICE,
IT'S A COPPERS' RAID,
UNLOAD YOUR STONES AND ROCKS,
DROP YOUR WORKS
AND GRAB YOUR DIRKS,
THIS ONE LIKES HIS
JOCKS IN FROCKS

ME A COPPER,
THAT'S A GOOD ONE,
IT SHOWS HOW LITTLE THEY KNEW,
I WORK IN BRIXTON PRISON AND,
I'M JUST AN ORDINARY SCREW

I LEFT THE SCENE,
IF YOU KNOW WOT I MEAN,
ME AND MY CAN OF BREW

IT CAN BE DIFFICULT TO KNOW,
WHERE ON EARTH TO GO,
WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE A COPPER,
OR LIKE
AN
ORDINARY

SCREW


M8*