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84)
Oh no lime! you're not alone
You're washing yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only gel your hair
Oh no lime! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've cleaned
No matter when or where you've sheened
All the limes seem to lather up your bits
I've had my shower, I'll help you with the pips
You're not just lime...
85)
As we celebrate all the loveliness of Tom at the barbewake, we should commission a masterpiece by Chris Ofili as an official farewell and thank you present. It would feature, naturally, the trademark elephant dung (to represent all the shit Tom's had to put up with of late) and the rest would be painted in Lime Shower Gel (representing the tangy, invigorating, sensually alluring future that awaits him).
Cheaper to give him a polaroid of Sax in the shower and a bottle of the stuff, mind. |
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