An extract from Frollicks

a song lyric by Fred Wedlock

Then I seen this groupie standing there
All bosum, bum and long blond hair
In a backless, topless boiler suit
And high-heeled, hobnailed Army boots

I said, "What you drinking kiddo?"
She said, "Something long and cool man."

I said, "Beer or scrumpy?"
She said, "Cider. Cider. The distillation of the forbidden fruit of paradise. Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene; with beaded bubbles winking at the brim and purple stai-ned mouth. Cider, loosens my libido, transports me into realms of ethereal delights and blows my cosmic mind. Yeah wow too much."

I said, "Bloody hell! How do you rate beer then?"
She said, "Ah, beer's a drag man. Makes me fart."