Dont upset the Skipper please

Lil ditty bout an old boss, fisherman, and when the s**t hits the fan.

Into the bar he walked

All around, reasonably quiet

But now Locko was ashore

And there was gonna be a riot

 

At one end o the bar

Sat the boys that were his crew

He barked at them to sit

Its what he wanted them to do

 

He was lookin for a lil relief

Vent some stress ye might say

Had been a long fortnight at sea

Seemed someone was gonna pay

 

So as the tick of time had its way

N Locko turned around

It seemed all the usual heroes

Had run from Samson town

 

Just some poor ol bikers

Was out havin a bit o fun

And as bad timing would have it

He soon had them on the run

 

One Two three then Four

Thier blood streamin cross the way

And Five Six Seven an Eight

Copped what was to be thier fate

 

Then it went Nine Ten Eleven

Where it ended I cannot tell

But one thing was for f*****g sure

They'ed felt the wrath from Lockos Hell....

 

 

 

Author's Note

True story believe it or not, Fishermen hey! Ye gotta love em.