Gift-Horse Dentist

Well squire, you amaze me
never thought I’d live to see the day
when you’d sniff at an easy monkey

Good money for a simple job
collect the gear, go make the drop

And there’s you all bleary eyed
rubbing your bristly chin
with no more idea than a fly

Whether you’re up and about or still dreaming in the sack
whether you’re out on foot patrol or clinging to a horse’s back

I mean to say, where’s the worry?
in-out, bish-bosh
nice ‘n’ neat ‘n’ tidy

If you set off at dawn my friend, you’d be back by middle-night
the Finnons’ may be dodgy geezers but they will always see you right

Could be Jonah-the-laughing-boy, who’s copped a pretty monkey
to pay his way, as sound as a pound
nobody’s filthy flunky

Do me a favour, I’m too busy see?
get yourself together, earn yourself the fee…