This is just a revised version of some old lyrics
MY SORT OF FRIEND DEMIGOD AND TREND
He sent me letters on how to treat my betters I lost them
He wears cable kit coats featuring blind hopes what a shame
That swine pirouetted on landmine when he was just ten
I nearly lost him then oh I nearly lost him then
But first I must find out where I am
Well Google's my chum
My sort of friend demigod and trend
I lost my dog in the freaking fog- I found the rogue
He leapt to his feet dying for a treat I'm still broke
I had a pinkie promise and a friendly poke
I could scoff a roaming shiny toff and that's no joke
and I won't spare his Faberge egg dear folk
unless Google spoke
My sort of friend demigod and trend
I see his hip flask's hard to mask fly past every eye
And a misty mix full of bouncing tricks - peek and pry
A swearing polyglot just did his lot goodbye
I have the right to remain polite-or do I ?
Paragliding hell inside your sky
Google knows why
My sort of friend demigod and trend
