Wrg Angels

Original Song: Angels (R. Williams)
Written by: Mike Palmer
First Performed: 2003 Beale Park National

I sit and wait
Does my leader contemplate my fate
And does she know
The places where we go
The Tardis and Gazebo
Cos Cath’s told them
That car parking needs a lot more men
So when my feet are made of lead
Radios talking in my head
And I’m dying for my bed
I’m wearing Hi-Vis instead

And yet again she puts me on the fencing
Setting off in some direction
Whether it’s right or wrong!
Waiting for the forks
Wherever the hell they may be
I know that Nige won’t fail me
Despite the crap he talks
They’re dancing a ceilidh
We’re doing fencing instead

And now its light
And they walk around our nice new site
I look across
And I see a trader arguing the toss
Lets hit the beer tent
Until all our cash is spent
And when our booze is dead
We’ll all drink Gav’s beer instead

And yet again she puts me on the fencing
A lot of blocks and erection
Whether it’s right or wrong
And down on waterspace
Wherever they may send me>
I know the work won’t bend me
When I’m on the boat
With gloves they lend me
I’m doing elsans instead

And bugger me the toilets need some mending
The flush is never ending
And there’s an awful pong
There’s quite a lot of shite
And plenty of the hire kit
I know that George will break it
But when our leaders call
We can’t ignore it
So let’s send Baylis instead