Johnsonian Slip
Johnson, Johnson
When you are tired of London you are not tired of life you are tired of London
You never got to lose an afternoon with the living dead in Lewisham?
Johnson, Johnson
From Moorfields, Brentford, Limehouse, Wapping to Kidbrook, Streatham, Norwood, Penge,
Shepherds Bush, Tottenham Hale, Bermondsey all beyond the pale
The flowering river is now stagnant sludge though I've never been one to bare a grudge
Johnson, Johnson
I spy with my smog tired eye a kebab shop next to a kebab shop, I walk ten yards I cross the street and what do you know another kebab shop
News Agent, Pharmacy, News Agent, Pharmacy, News Agent, Pharmacy and what's this?
Come into my pound shop, come into my pound shop
Buy one of those plastic things that goes across the bath or a mop handle
(leave line)
Tho grief and fondness in my brest rebel when stuck deep in the heart of Blackwall
I keep a hosepipe in my boot in preparation for the ultimate gridlock
Johnson, Johnson
Nine years, forty thousand words, reopen the files 'cause you missed one out
'Johnsonian' as in slip, ill conceived Staffordshire quip
Grant me, kind Heaven, to find some happier place
where honesty and sense are on someone's face
Johnson, Johnson
When you are tired of London you are not tired of life you are tired of London
In virtue's cause once more exert this rage
My satire point made blots thy page
Johnson, Johnson
MtM 2006