Cyciti Cyril, the Flixton Wiccan
He lays down the bants and your brain stops tickin’
Watching Soccer AM with no lights on
At at Smallman’s maison
Roof collapsed though he paid three big ones
With Si from Norniron, he’s getting BANTic
Up to their antics
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, he makes mad films, ’kay, he doesn’t make films
But if he did they’d have Norman Whiteside
Gotta go to better clubs
Instead of Urmston’s flat-roofed pubs
Just so his pints aren’t always lobbed at Dave from Beijing
Gotta get in tune with the Dark Web
’Cause that place has got the boom Afghan Haze
That make him hit the bong thing
