Sick Transit
Goodbye from the strangest of nutters
We bid you God speed and farewell
We’ll be back in a jiff with a bubonic niff
And the finest young ring-rose they sell
Adios from the craziest crazies
We stand with our hankies a-shake
When we’ve burst out with loads of dodgy lymph nodes
We’ll come back in a lamb-tail’s two shakes
Sayonara from Nigel’s old loonies
From the lounge bar we wave you goodbye
We’ll be holding your breath till you next hear of Death –
In the blink of a purulent eye
We’re the chosen elect, bringing culture
Our orators glister with charms
We’ll return with our glitz and some sneezes and fits
And some lumps in our groins and our arms
History loves us like boneheads
Sent into the world like disease
But once we have rested, you’ll soon be infested
Look out for our fleas if you please
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