ramblings and things
I'll never forget
That final walk
Or the context of
That final talk
Just throw me in the Humber
My old mate had said
I didn't realise that he meant
Not until he was dead.
He was quickly washed away
By a tide that didn't linger
I heard his curses across the water
As he gave me the finger
And then he was gone
Out of my sight
Covered up by the flow and
The descending night.
He ended up on South bank
Where with the tide he'd drifted
During those three missing weeks
He'd certainly gone and shifted.
I told the police my story
Of trying to please a mate
Not understanding what he'd
Meant until it was far too late.
I explained to the police that
I just don't have any way
Of separating talk from irony
Always believing what folks say.
I told the judge and Jury
In front of my mate's missus
Only for the court to explode
With loud boos and hisses.
I'm on solitary confinement
In this dreary little cell
‘Cos all of the other inmates
Want to give me hell
I'm the subject of derision
Antipathy and hate
Just because in trying to help
I'd gone and drowned my mate.
Life is full of ironies
And to this very day
I'm never ever quite sure when or.
Whether to believe what folks say.
I was only trying to help
Trying to be kind
It’s just that I suffer
From a very literal mind.
Just throw me in the Humber
My old mate had said;
I hadn't realised he meant
Until after he was dead.
Literally Speaking