Petes Poetry
Jesus Mercedeze
Oh Jesus Christ, with all mercy and compassion.
Your mercedeze benz tyres are for the slash'in.
I just have to see if they resurrect.
My knife's getting blunt, that's a defect.
So drive me flat out, it's nice to be close.
The air bag my saviour, my holy ghost.
The brick wall no match for me.
See I have insurance, I'll fix it almost free.
So drive me again, drive me to excess.
For the more you cost me, the more I love you less.
By Peter Riddoch.
Your mercedeze benz tyres are for the slash'in.
I just have to see if they resurrect.
My knife's getting blunt, that's a defect.
So drive me flat out, it's nice to be close.
The air bag my saviour, my holy ghost.
The brick wall no match for me.
See I have insurance, I'll fix it almost free.
So drive me again, drive me to excess.
For the more you cost me, the more I love you less.
By Peter Riddoch.
