ME AND MY GOLDFISH
WERE GOING TO THE PUB
Written by Rik Mayall
Me and my Goldfish, were going to the pub and when we go to the pub, WE GO
TO THE PUB!! The world stands back and says “Whoa! Look out everybody!
This is the Mother of Oh-Crikey situations! Cover your undies and head for
the bunkers! Cos here comes Doctor Half-a-lager-shandy-with-a-twist-of-lime
and his Goldfish and they’re gonna be raisin’ hell with their mates
tonight! (If they turn up).” Yeah!! The good times were back! It was time
to get your fashionable trousers out!! Sorry, on. I mean, off. No, both!
Aaaalright!!!
