[Brian Allgar]

What I want is what you've got

You think I’m just a scruffy yob,
But let me tell you, I have dreams.
I want your house, your car, your job,
Your stocks and shares, your pension schemes.

They say that I could be your double,
Give or take a pound or two,
And if I shaved my three-day stubble,
I could surely pass for you.

So I’ve decided to waylay you,
Steal your papers and your keys.
The hardest part will be to slay you;
All the rest will be a breeze.

Yes, what I want is what you’ve got:
Your money and your gorgeous wife.
I reckon it will take one shot -
I want, and mean to have, your life.