In these days of dangerous roads
You’ve got to fill your own potholes
Whether you’re in Shoreditch or Showbiz
If you can’t get your Ferrari out
Just give Rod Stewart a shout
And he’ll come round in his hi-vis

He used to have a gravelly voice
Now he’s got gravel lorries
His hair is still as spiky though, it’s true
He used to tour with The Faces
Now he just visits the places
Where the tarmacadam needs renewed

He used to sing that love’ll cure your woes
But now a shovel goes wherever he goes
Like when he dug graves

Instead of filling stadiums
With his sexy radiance
He just fills in gaps with spades

 

see also:

Failing

Mouldy May