You try to shoot down Army drones
Go walking down dark streets alone
Get chilled through to the very bone
Live in glass houses and throw stones
Then overthrow the British throne
While texting on your mobile phone
I don’t think I would risk it
‘Cos that would take the biscuit
You could drive an ambulance
Blindfolded in the South of France
Or set fire to a heavyweight wrestler’s pants
Lie naked in a nest of ants
Be a doormat for the elephants
Make crocodiles your confidantes
You could eat the uncooked brisket
And that would take the biscuit
You could drive us all insane
Attempt to board a speeding train
Hitch a ride on a hurricane
By getting high on crack cocaine
Then cause your friends and family pain
Again and again and again and again
Then find you couldn’t fix it
And that would take the biscuit
Steve Wheeler © 21 February, 2022
