top of the mornin gents
got round to the pubs last night I did and
2 drinks in I spot this redheaded bloke sittin cross the place and
straightaway I know him as a scotland yard cuddy
I've no idea what he's doin in Leicestershire but he's about with some blond floozy and her MI6 sidekick
I make towards the loo like I'm out to shake the snake, but in actuality I just hover about behind em and listen in a bit, I did, and I hear em talking all sly like about how they was fixin to nick me pound stash from me flat that very evening they was
well I come round from behind him and - bob's your uncle - take a swing at ol' scotty
but the dodgy cnt musta slipped a mickey into me first pint cuz afore I could connect with the cheeky bastird
I lost me footing and ended up face down in their plum pudding
the scotty was quite good about the whole thing - OF COURSE THATS HIS JOB - shouldered me out to a hackney and saw me off and such
got back to me flat and looks like me stash is safe
OUTSMARTED them again, I did
maybe next time you bloody twits