Bobbing bobby bobs his head above the bobbing shore
Catch the waves and ride the tide to pick up the worlds last draw
Find some drifting cork and float or you'll end up in the morgue
As salted sea will gush like rivers down a stale and stagnant course

Swim, survive, panic and cry. up the english coast
Just bring me back a wrap of smack and a slice of soggy toast

c.w.jones.2011