Along a lane in Temple bar.

I wondered who had left it there

And if they had to travel far.

And if the vomit travelled too

Or at least a part of it

From whatever city came

The visitor that made Dublin green.

Its time to tell some lies

Its time to con the public 

On the Bertie Show tonight.

Its time to get amnesia,

Its time to take the p1ss,

Sylvio has nothing on this

Its the Bertie show tonight.

He’ll rob you while you’re sleeping,

And lie when you’re awake

He’ll be so bad you’ll think he’s good

Even though he’s on the take.

Its time to flip the finger

To all the common folk

Who care’s? They’ll re-elect you

On the Bertie Show Tonight

Marginally better off than some does not mean you’re happy.

Drink up son its time to go.

Play me a song about trees and workers

In a seedy Amsterdam bar.

Curry Sauce on my shoes,

Curry Sauce on my T Shirt;

I’ve got the curry sauce blues.

Wouldn’t be happy

With all the non-marital

Intercourse in his honour

Or the dirty cards

And rhymes that people exchange.

I kind of agree with that.

I don’t need an old

Guy who died in 2-6-9

To legitimise my lust.

I can be dirty

On any day of the year.

Poached

Launched through air.

Lands

Splat

On my face.

So I write about it on my pencil box of dreams

And then it seems a little better

And then it doesn’t seem quite as bad.

I lie in a darkened bed-room

Trying not to let the stars burn my skin.

And then it feels a little bit colder

But I don’t really mind feeling cold.

I am practically alone light years from Earth

On a spaceship that looks like a house.

She is asleep, in hibernation

Awaiting our arrival on some far off world.

Maybe for a thousand years or more

She will lie in stasis never to awake

As I check upon all the instruments

Making sure that everything goes well.

Oh longest night,

That’s ever been,

Come to an end,

Let day dawn on our Eden.

Some unknown star

Rising on a planet blue

Breath life into

Humanity’s sarcophagus.

Eating mango chutney and dragonfly cream

At a drive in restaurant with roller-skate waitresses

Flicking its tongue back and forth as they pass.

It casts a glancing eye at a fast moving ass

What it is thinking of is a mystery to me

But thats the way dream Lizards are see

And I have no wish to change that no siree.

Mister once you’ve got your dream Lizard

You’ll never dream alone again

Be your dreams about fast women or

Back in your toddler days play pen.

So welcome that Lizard and don’t be afraid

And when it comes to tea make fly marmalade

With bits of wing, leg and orange peel

Served on spider sourdough toast.