Al - (23rd Psalm for those who don't know it)

As I was walking down the street one day
I saw a club on fire
There was a singer standing on a table
And he was sore afraid
Jump, you fucker jump
Jump into this tankard wot we are holding
And you will be all right.

He jumped,
Hit the stage
Broke his guitar's neck
For we had drunk the tankard

Laugh? We nearly shat!
We had not laughed so much since Lonnie died
Or Martin Carthy tuned his guitar in a trice
We are judgmental folkies
Aran jumpers
Ah -ah -ah -ah -ah soles.

WIth apologies to Derek and Clive live!