If Ort Was Back Again
He’s got his footie mates
Some summer Speedway dates
And then of course there’s quiznites at the Legion
He was in the Turk’s Head
Or so Geoff’s sister said
And The Lion, I think last Sunday
If Ort woz back again the sun would shine
Straight down on Wednesbury’s best fish bar
All the time
I might get in touch
I could phone him up
And everything would be the same as ever
I bet he’s still a Goth
Still wears a West Brom top
To the five-a-side on Monday’s
Ort worked out the meaning of existence when he was seven. He’s clever like that
He saw that it’s better to play it safe an’ be a big fridge-freezer in your local pub than risk Everything and end up broke and alone, somewhere you don’t belong
