Gypsy Boy Varey


Double Bubble


If you want some baccy it's double bubble
And you better pay it back or you're in trouble
Don't matter what prison don't matter what wing
Tobacco my friend, has always been king

Do not get in debt because I must confess
I've seen it get faces put in a right mess
If you must lend or borrow do so from a mate
Or you could end up with more than egg on your face

Borrowing baccy has never been wise
Your physical health it could compromise
Cos if you borrow baccy you fall into the trap
Don't pay double back then your nose it could snap

'twas a very wise man who once said to me
Never a lender nor borrower be...


(c) varey 2013

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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