So, come on ye childhood heroes!
Won’t you rise up from the pages
Of your comic-books, your super crooks
And show us all the way
Well! Make your will and testament
Won’t you join your local government?
We’ll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day
So! Where the hell was Biggles
When you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen
Who always pulled you though?
They’re all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition
Of the Boy Scout Manual
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don’t know how it feels
To be thick as a brick