I tell you a story, but you won't listen

It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition

It's the story of a coked-up pansy

Who spent his nights in flights of fancy

Met two fellas over gin and mixes

They talked for a while and soon got the picture

One was a soaped-up soho mincer

The other was a pikey with a knowledge of scriptures

The conversation turned evil

They talked about people