I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of late
Thinkin’ about me and Josey down by that God awful creek
Oh the fun we did have
Copious beers aside wondrous laughs
I will always be the one to speak
Seems that ol’ broad has turned out to be far too meek
Gave her sense of humour to the tide that rolled on by that very night
Hope it’s nothin’ to do with my wayward sleight of hand
Randall and Hopkirk on the radio
Stole our souls for a while
A few minutes of fellatio – just the way it was – know what they still say: “That’s Josey… with her lips around some fella, forever and a blasted day!”
I pray to God that her husband never gets to find out about the promiscuous route early on that she decided to take