Pollution Solution

Motorbikes and barking dogs are driving me to drink With the endless din of traffic I can no longer think I’ll have a little nip of Gin Perhaps a beer or two or maybe close the window That might help me too Perhaps I’ll take my rifle With the telescopic sight And find a building with a view Where I can sit at night Those random noisy neighbours Would swiftly think again If metal jacket bits of lead were winging toward their brains Another little whiskey then To keep the cold at bay And steady trigger finger As the targets weave and sway I did this once before you know And they kept me for a year Psychotic Paranoia Induced by too much beer I didn’t have the rifle then just a catapult I'd bought T’was after several nips of rum Because I thought I aught It’s gotten so much quieter here I nailed it bang to rights and down below looks pretty With those small blue flashing lights I think they’re waving up here I can see them scurry round Behind their little armoured cars They’re kneeling on the ground I hear the whiz of bullets But my vodka dulls the sound Perhaps I’ll have a pop or two At those insects five floors down I’m feeling kinda sleepy now I’m tired upon my feet And those noisy thudding chopper blades could ruin a good nights sleep A small nightcap, a brandy tot Should calm my trembling hand And then I think I’ll take a shot At that choppers rubber band I expect I’ll get a little sleep In Broadmoor’s padded rooms And get out in a year or so As recessions lay offs loom So one more shot and then to sleep I’ll go out like a light So just before I take it I’ll wish you all goodnight.