On Reaching The Wensum

They came from the conference facility
Where they’d largely ignored jugs of water

I wanna fly my biplane
Low over Swaffham
I wanna wave at astonished rustics
I’m gonna plead profitless chicanery

And it’s all my arse
It’s all my arse
It’s all my arse
Red Dwarf is all my arse

They never show so therefore
Aliens are boring
Wide berth Akabusi at Cemaes Bay
Lest he get hysterical

And it’s all my arse
It’s all my arse
It’s all my arse
New Deal is all my arse

Can you smell my presence in the laundry of your catwalk girlfriend?
Or does it hang in the air at the Restart interview?