The Likely Lads Get Vaccinated
We never thought that it would come to this,
Exchanging repartee in our old job
Where I addressed the managers as ‘Miss’
Exchanging repartee in our old job
Where I addressed the managers as ‘Miss’
And if you were Terry, I must be Bob.
We’d also quote Jim Royle and both Steptoes
And left poetry readings at half-time,
Back to the pub being the place one goes
When it’s too hot indoors to enjoy rhyme.
But now we qualify for our first jab
But now we qualify for our first jab
On what some think is the first day of Spring.
I’ll see you in the usual place, Soft Lad,
And hope we can still remember to bring
Proof of our dates of birth and all such stuff
Though one look at us ought to be enough.
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