Funkrupt Struff
Me and my Shad'
-do-si-dominoed to the disco
like flipfloppin' yang ‘n’ yin
or Manichean morrismen.
But when Shadow took the floor,
how all the fillies felt chilly
or feigned ill,
like they'd just seen a ghoulish
Gonch from 'Grange Hill'
and a spectral Screech
from 'Saved by the Bell'
team-up on the pull
in Hell for hen-dos
yestertelly schooled.
So I don't strut my stuff - it's funkrupt struff!
I lollop like a leper looking for his leg on the dance-floor.
Me and my grapplin' hook
can return late library books
outside office hours,
but I bugger over
my light fantastic left feet
like a mullered millipede.
The mint mink glower,
Asgardwards their bella
glabellas chevron,
like my pull-over’s emblazoned
with the slogan,
'To the devil with precautions
- the only safe sex is abortions!'
So I don't strut my stuff - it's funkrupt struff!
I, lol, hop like a leper looking for his leg on the dance-floor.