Before the rain fell down on me I looked
Okay but now my hair’s a little flat
Before the rain fell down on me and cooked
My goose, it was loose, now a welcome mat
Outside the rugby changing rooms shares that
Appearance with my barnet. Tarnished, wet
Bedraggled, straggling like spaghetti spat
From some drunk mouth, gone south and never ate
Before the rain fell down on me I met
You and your friends, but now tend my regret
As I let the drops fall and just get fucked
As bus stops call - Please shelter here! - no hat
Or even a hood would be good to get
Let all the rain fall down on me, crown struck
From head, hair stuck down, clownish, a drowned rat
Wed 9 July 2008
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