Monday, 4 August 2008


The Edinburgh Fringe Festival
A gaggle of jongleurs
Merry men in backstreet pubs
Witty one-liners in comedy clubs
Selling your soul to Beelzebub
The Edinburgh Fringe Festival

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival?
There ain't nothing peripheral
About a purple fucking cow
And now that marvellous bovine beast
Is my boss.
I'm not sure I like the grass round this pasture
It smells like shit.

We're welcomed aboard the Sponsor Ship
Fuelled by Dutch beer
Brewed in the UK
The Cow Crew working
For minimum pay
I just Wannaburger
To fill my Baby Belly
And I'll wash it down
With skimmed milk
The farmers lick their lips
The fatcats who got the cream
From the Cash Cow that never moves
Past your eyes.

The Edinburgh Fringe Festival
Once home to the naive romance
That makes my whole sorry life worthwhile
I wear Smirnoff on my chest
But my heart on my sleeve
And in the frivolous nature
Of music, dance and art
I will always believe.