Stackridge - Marzo Plod lyrics

Marzo used to plod on the route that crossed the countryside For he would not catch a bus to ride And his mouldy dungarees he'd worn for forty years The only liquid he consumed was frozen beer Old Tinlips was his friend When they joined the boy scout's jamboree They destroyed my brother's charity And together they disected several cardboard slugs Marzo kept a few of them in greasy mugs Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo! Marzo when a boy would delight in all adversity For he would not leave the nursery He was most annoyed to find he could not spell his name The letters must have fallen down a local drain He wandered to and fro, in the midst of blissful ignorance He observed a constant vigilance Purple Spaceships used to land on Yatton Bowling Green, Marzo fried the aliens steel-plated beans Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo! Marzo in the streets, used to thrash his rhubarb frantically While his left arm was tied to his uncle's knee He would pick his speck of pepper from the morning dew He even washed his overcoat in compost glue For no-one would believe he was born in 1563 Yet he's the youngest of his family His father still is working for the C.I.A. Marzo is the strangest man alive today! Oh Marzo! Oh Marzo!