Yeh ... it is fun! The police arrested my husband in London for transporting his luggage and stuff to our new house in Greenwich in a posh Mercedes. I had to bail him out. HE IS GREEK LEBANESE. He just looks Irish to you lot!
"A song about a fellow who one day got caught in '39 When first I came to London, in the year of 39 The city looked so wonderful, and the girls were so divine But the coppers got suspicius, and they soon gave me the knock I was charged with being the owner, of an old alarm clock Well next morning down by Marlborough Street, I caused no little stir The I.R.A were busy and a telephone did burr Says the judge I'm going to charge you, with the possession of this machine. And I'm also going to charge you, with the wearing of the green Well says I to him, your honour, if you give me half a chance I'll show you how me small machine, can make the peelers(cops) dance Well it ticks away polictly, 'till you get an awful shock And it ticks away the gellignite(explosive), on me old alarm clock O the judge says listen here my man, and I'll tell you of a plan For you and all your countrymen, I do net give a damn Well the only time you'll take is mine, ten years in Dartmoor dock And you can count it by the ticking, of your old alarm clock. Well this lonely Dartmoor City, would put many in the jigs The cell it isn't pretty, and it isn't very big Sure long ago I'd have left the place, if I had only got, Ah me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock
