Say a prayer for the common informer,
He came out of a quim, just like yoooou-
Yes be kind what you chortle,
For narks are as mortal
As any, Kilkenny to Kew . . .
And the next time you sigh in your comfort,
Ask yourself how he's doing, today-
Is it worse being sold,
For those handfuls of gold,
Than to sigh all your real-life, away?
He came out of a quim, just like yoooou-
Yes be kind what you chortle,
For narks are as mortal
As any, Kilkenny to Kew . . .
And the next time you sigh in your comfort,
Ask yourself how he's doing, today-
Is it worse being sold,
For those handfuls of gold,
Than to sigh all your real-life, away?