THE GASMAN COMETH

My patience is slowly running out,

Just sat here by the phone.

Been waiting here so many hours,

Just me and me alone.

He said he'd come this afternoon ,

My boiler to maintain.

But there's no sign of him at all,

It's driving me insane.

I'll have to ring old British Gas,

And tell them I'm not happy.

I'll get the plumber up the street,

Now he's a helpful chappy

Hang on, hang on,

There's a ringing on my bell,

It's him, it's him the boiler man,

Now he's here, won't give him hell.