From his Riviera penthouse
Jack bathed in summer's glory
Thanks to Foxy his agent
For negotiating rights to his story
He had been a nine day wonder
On his return from the moon
With the jumper's on of lost causes
Having surfaced so very soon
That his campaign for recompense
Was swiftly under way
And very soon resulted
In his most major pay day
His social worker now was history
Could never ply his trade again
And was now to be numbered
Among the least employable of men
Mother no longer in the work house
Was in a granny flat
And saw to his housekeeping
And other things such as that
Jill sat in a corner
Drooling all the day
But was, he supposed
Happy in her way
He felt a little remorse
For planting drugs in her flat
But that was ancient history
So that's the end of that
He had a little chuckle
He supposed he was a twister
Bit when all came to all
It was him or his sister
Up there on Moon Penal colony
Life had been such a bitch
thanks to the current social order
He was back and filthy Bloody rich
