Song for Parkinson



Postcards and letters
T-shirts and sweaters
Passports and Parkys
Mobiles and chargers
Two tennis rackets
Blue Rizla packets
A new sheep-skin jacket
I lost it all

All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine
But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time
Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not

Gym-kits and trainers
Asthma inhalers
Silk-cuts and Bennies
Ten-packs and twenties
C-class narcotics
Antibiotics
The holes in my pockets
I lost it all

All that I'd like is to know
Just where do those lost things go?
When they slip from my hands
Then one night in a dream
I passed through a sheepskin screen
To a green, pleasant land
I found them all piled up into the sky
And I cried tears of joy

(All to the tune of Lost Property by The Divine Comedy). It's a great singalong tune, I trust you'll agree:


If that's a bit owa much to remember, how about:

Parky?
Yus milady.
Parky?
Yus milady.
Parky?
Yus milady.

(To any tune of your choice)

Repeat to fade....
Or, the very simple but effective:

Parky Army!
Parky Army!
Parky Army!

Repeat, tending to infinity....
 
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Very tongue in cheek and to the tune of Oh! Mr Porter - all you young whippersnappers will need to go and look it up on that YouTube thingy!

Oh Mr Parkinson, what shall we do?
We just got rid of dour Jack Ross
But our new manager is you!
It isn’t very personal, it’s just we give a damn,
Oh Mr Parkinson, who’d be a football fan?!
 
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In a barber shop trio style.

oh we wanna win every game and if we lose its all forgotten about quickly and nobody will vent their anger through the SMB forums, but that wont happen because we now have Phil parkinsonnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
 
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