After Jim had his nap he went to put on his cap
And blow me if the bugger weren't tight

And Mac, at his place, had just washed his face
And went to put on his cap to go out
But instead of being snug it fell down over his lugs
"What the bloody hell's going on here?" he shouts

So they're still wearing their old caps are poor Jim and Mac
The strange phenomenon was never resolved
They've a theory or two, I expect you have too
But they think a sinister force were involved

And from that day on, they've never drunk in the Swan
They don't trust the landlord it's said
They think it's quite clear, he puts stuff in his beer
That alters the size of folks' heads!


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