Mr. Grisly

There’s a daddy long legs
A crushed rain beetle

Slim skinny jim on the brink again
Under-umbrella’d, slip of a fella
He’s gonna turn to the drink

Talking to the boys
With dirty fingernails
Skinheads and ponytails

Here’s the sledgehammer
There’s the fingernails
Some dumb sucker’s
Going off the rails

Poor daddy long legs
Washed away in the rain
Just another little business
Going down the drain
He won’t be back here again

Finding a job, losing a job
All in a day
Finding a job, losing a job
Drinking the pay
What will the missus say

Mr. grisly
He only wanted just a quiet job to do

Poor mr. grisly cried
The angels leave him aside
Finding a job, losing a job
Call it a day
Finding a job, losing a job
Drinking the pay
Finding a job wasn’t what you thought
Wasn’t what you always hand in mind

You wanna go home
Poor mr. grisly, you can’t go home
Poor mr. grisly, poor mr. grisly, poor mr. grisly
He can’t go home