Arse Tick

The truth will out
And me will too
It's all a myth
And those books you read are just munky food
Sanity is a beach hut in a corn field
A fat waif in leather troos
Yuz all fookers
And arl tekk yuz awwl on

But don'€™t take it out on the pillows
And is hat tidying part of the deal?
See...
I was born in a barn, me
And that'€™s why I always leave it open to you
Or maybe I'm just a sloth in sheep's clothing
Or a gorged tick in an evening dress