Silly walkers, club hoppers
Shoes, God damn it!
Widows wait, bearing down
Boring holes with the heels of her shoes
Sinking beneath floor boards
Mopped in shine, sure
But don't try to flatter
The one that doesn't matter
Daughter of the master disaster, Mary Mayberry
Make a break, the beds are beds
Bunker horse, trunk of hearse
Bearing stowaways
Whose laughter nearly gave them away
Cousin Vicky got a hickey
Boys and boys, that's his game
Nameless beach side crowd
Surfing all the waves with Cola
Blankets and shade
Hot spade twelve o'clock
Hairy legs and big socks
Bursting, growing curly locks
They call me uncle Oscar Hocks