What is that?
It is coming ‘atcha like a mountain to frack.
Something must be burnin’ cos I’m feelin’ so whack.
Worries building up me like a pancake stack.
That old hat?
Nothing but cack,
I know you feel it too ‘cos you got ma back!
I’ve got so much cattle caught me flexin’ my yaks.
My old hat,
Your old hat,
Still none the wiser, best fade to black,