Laugh. Laugh will they.
Well let them laugh.
I saw this hole when it was nothing
But a worn rag on a shoestring.
And I see it now,
Bent old wreck that I am
With a slut of a daughter
Hanging on my back.
They'll all be bent soon enough.
Every last one of them'll be bent
Like a dead bush.
Like fat ducks over the bar,
Always looking to see
If the next one'll suck up his words