Stackridge - Mr Mick's Dream lyrics

Argh the dump, it stunk Not a very lovely site The haunting place of wretched cats The beaten tracks of sewer rats in sodden ashes An island hideaway sun cussed Strewn like snakeskin's the laddered tights Not a very lovely site None the less this jumbled mess of junk and tat This unappealing pile of scrap Was what Mick's stick had pointed at Then knowing you he smelt a rat or possibly a rancid cat He carried on with breath held deep He scrambled, clambered up the heap "beejeebus!" "Oh I say this has to stop!" "Oy mate geya plates out!" Mick looked round in some consternation Not to say surprise Now was it his imagination or did before his very eyes or ears exist The crummy heap tell him where to get off? "Oh yes" he scoffed, "And who said that?" "I for one!" Mick looked around and lying on an empty pound tin can of beans or 'has beans' you could say was a cotton reel....