Drug Thug

He swaggers into the pub pushes his way up to the bar
Waves a fifty in his fist, ‘here yer are mate, here yer are.’
Barman rushes up to serve drug dealer Willie Burn
Fellow stood beside him says ‘wait yer bloody turn’
 
Burn stops and looks at him asks ‘who the hell are you?’
‘I’m the guy before yer so you can go and screw’
‘Do you know just who I am mate? I rule the roost round here
So just say yes sir three bags full an’ I’ll let yer buy my beer’
 
‘I can make one phone call and you’ll have broken legs’
The man knows this type of vermin and knows he is the dregs
Burns reaches for his telephone a sneer upon his face
‘A cocky twat like you pal needs putting in his place’
 
It’s the last thing he remembers before flying through the air
Then waking up in a plaster cast in intensive care
That’s the trouble with hard men when you need em they’re not found
So before you shoot your mouth off make sure they are around