It's so good to hear that you're home
And I hope that you never will roam
But, if you're ever lost
Need a phone and its cost
Use your navel, it's now made out of chrome.

One day as I walked on the strand
I heard a strange sort of band
A shirt on the fella
Said 'Micca' in yella
And he was shaking his nuts in can.

'What's all this?,' I asked with a grin
As he laid down his dented old tin
'I've just been up to the docs,
They replaced 'em with rocks
But they still make a nice little din!'