There's men that somehow just grip your eyes,
And Big ol' Mick was one
And such was he, and he looked to me
Like a Mick who was on the run
With a furtive glance and Lycra pants
Or the pouch that for them stood
He mumbled a phrase that left them amazed
Saying "Koko's back in the 'hood"
I thought of tubers and volleys and jello
And Velcro and clamshell bras
I turned my head and watching him there
Was Alison, fair one, from Oz.