A Dead In The Life...

From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,

From Cordell, Laws and Radar.

We trundle merry like a thump

To see Fab Adies sock.

 

In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;

In Disco Dave we pledge.

I chortle like a tuneless wheeze

To see Bad Adie rock!

 

On Kunterblanche we make our name,

A pallet one and all,

Then Turb into myself again

To see Mad Adies frock.