There he is drinking in London town
In the barrowboy and banker, this crazy clown
Waiting on a friend who will never come
Oh but he hopes she does as he wants fun!
So here he waits counting down the seconds
What’s to happen tonight? not much he reckons
But who knows what the hours shall bring?
Maybe if he’s lucky, something exciting?
Well, if she doesn’t turn up to play
He’ll make something of this day
Whatever it shall be in London town
He’ll make sure that he can be found
His friends are a bit slack as of late
New mates he needs for talk and play
So many things he needs to do
But on his own he can’t be true
Why he wonders is everyone being boring with him
It doesn’t do much for self esteem
The usual excuses are always made
They’ll be boring unto the grave
So maybe elsewhere should he go
A new life to lead and to follow
It’s not as if he’ll be missed at all
Nowadays he rarely gets even a call
If he’s so important to them
Then they can visit him again and again
But he knows from the past that won’t be
Who knows though, he’ll wait and see…
Caliburnus Rises 