Huh Elmore - I was going to quote from The Tower of Song, but you beat me to it!

Well Al, a mate in Worksop called Mitch wrote a song, which I messed about with I have to admit, but he should get the credit, called Senile Skifflers. It is about some mates of ours who as well as playing in the folk clubs also did a lot of busking, dressed as Morris fools around Worksop and Mansfield.

With your original comment, we could always write you a special verse. After all, you were part of the local furniture yourself once...

As a taster from the original;

We don't dress in high fashion, to be outrageous is our aim,
Bowler hats and gay cravats adorn our manly frame,
We'd like more winkle pickers, but now we've got the gout,
So we wear wellies and our beer bellies mean skin tight jeans are out.

Amen & druse.