“The man whose head expanded explained
The scriptwriter would follow him around,
Of this he was convinced. it was no coincidence.
The lager seemed poisoned.
It was no matter of small consequence. no little pub incidence.
A red faced post- ’jolly grapes’ would steal his jewels, and put
Them in the mouths of vic. actor fools.
Of this he was convinced.
Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like a load of mick wap ha?
Over. over. over. over”
