(Rocky Raccoon)
Now somewhere on the bleak, dark streets of Liverpool
There lived an old man named Risky Ragout
And one day he moved into a place, a nursing home
Risky could no longer roam
Risky didn't like that.
He said, "I'm gonna get outta here"
So one day he swallowed his pills
Booked himself a room with God’s will
Risky Ragout checked outta his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Risky had come, bereft of all fun
Not wishing for any survival
Survival it seems was not one of his dreams
But he thought it was a bit kinda romancey
He’d taken his pills, and he looked kinda ill
And everyone knew it was chancey
Now he went up to God, and He said now that’s quite odd
For your not yet due in Heaven
Risky burst in, and grinning a grin
God said, "Risky boy, I thought you were Kevin"
Cause Kevin was dead, he’d been shot in the head
And Risky collapsed in the corner
Now the doctor came in, stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said, "Risky, you met your match"
And Risky said, "Doc, it must’ve been a bad batch
And I'll be better, I'll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able"
Now Risky Ragout, he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's Bible
Gideon checked out, and he left it, no doubt
To help with good Risky's revival