4 January 2013
At number 1 in my street, lives a man who's lost the plot,
He's 86 years old, I think his milk he has forgot,
It's been piling up on his doorstep, there's 30 bottles all in all
I remember when I was a kid and he'd always nick my ball
Grumpy old Fred we called him, he was always cutting his grass
I once smashed his window, with an over hit long pass
I've noticed a funny smell, whenever I pass his house
His lawns now filled with rubbish and I swear I saw a mouse
It's such a shame when we get old, but don't feel sorry for Fred
He always was a grumpy old sod, I hope that c**t is dead....
Is Fred Dead? • Opuss № I