Nidge wrote:
PADDINGTON BILL THE THREAD YOU WROTE OF WRITES WITH A QUILL
J/D AND S/M I WISH WERE NO MORE
BUT WASHED UP ON THE BEACH BESIDE ROCK AND ORE
THEY CAME OVER THE HILL FROM BEACHY HEAD
NO BODIES WERE FOUND PRESUMED THEY WERE DEAD
WE ALL HAD A PARTY A WONDERFULL DO
THEN PEOPLE GOT LETTERS THAT TAXIBANK WERE GOING TO SUE
TRY HARD AS YOU MIGHT TO WIN WITH A FIGHT
DONT HAVE J/D OR S/M ON YOUR SIDE COZ THEY ARE JUST SHYTE
THEY CANT WIN A CASE I MUST BE FRANK
THEY HAVE DONE F###ALL FOR POOR TAXIBANK
WHATEVER YOUR FEELINGS YOU MUST MAKE A FUSS
TAKE NOTICE OF KAVANAGH THAT ONCE DROVE A BUS
HE ARGUED AND FOUGHT THAT IS PLAIN TO SEE
HE CONVINCED THE GOVERNMENT TO KNOCK BACK OFT
NOW HACKNEY CARRIAGE DRIVERS HAVE BEEN IN A PLIGHT
IF WE ALL STICK TOGETHER WE WILL WIN ANY FIGHT
LET US HAIL AND RESPECT WHAT OTHERS HAVE DONE
THE LIKES OF NIDGE MARCHANT PARDON THE PUN
ALONG WITH GATESHEAD ANGEL WHO HAS DONE US SO PROUD
THESE FINE PILLARS OF THE COMMUNITY STOOD OUT FROM THE CROWD
He's a giant of man, who takes no slack,
But he carries the world upon his back.
He likes debate, when it goes his way,
Holding facts to hostage, to win the day.
With faded wit and a drunken charm.
He means the Taxi trade no harm.
His mind is good but not so sharp,
And perhaps one day, we'll see it spark.
He travelled here, he travelled there,
he travelled almost everywhere.
From Watford town to Beach head,
he drove his car till it was dead.
He brought the news, but much too late,
Our TDO was so irate.
He said oh dear, what can I do,
My mates in Watford hadn't a clue.
His brain was active, about to explode,
when Mr Kavanagh, came on the phone.
His face lit up, like a Roman Candle
and shouted out, I've got an angle.
My colleague in London, said we'll use the spin,
and blame it all on dusty bin.
You can't do that, said the Sussex man
We can't let Dusty carry the can.
So it came to pass, that the Taxi trade
Went down to London, for the big parade.
Red ones, Black ones, Blue ones too,
As all the vehicles formed a queue.
Mr Kavanagh, stood up to preach,
with five new rule books at his feet.
with these five books I'll feed you all
Because I'm God, to one and all.
God sat down to great applause,
the congregation was so enthralled.
He turned around to his number two
and whispered softly, that's it I'm through.
The lads trekked home with their heads held high,
To preach the Gospel with uncle Nige,
And now they preach both night and day
But no one listens, to what they say.
Anticipation has won the day,
It won't be long, to Black Tuesday.
Four more days we have to wait,
And then the trade will know its fate.
It won't matter, one iota,
if the Government, squash the Quota,
I'll still have my Cab and plate,
and thank God others, wont have to wait.
JD
Four more days, to Black Tuesday.
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