Sandy Three

Never one to search for gain, every task lent, don't you ever feel the rain, or get sore, putting up the old defence, foxing at the door, no matter what it takes, you’re always present, to ungrateful ‘snakes, fools that sing for applause, you drink like the rest, know the score, no need to remonstrate, to bring out our best, what a player you make, two and two is four, you scatter us then, never ask for more, but when the night breaks, your investment spent, all those cool fakes, will they pay the rent?