I drove my car
Down to the bar,
It was a restored 1965 Jaguar.
With me my sitar,
And also my guitar
On the back seat – I felt like a superstar.
It wasn’t that far,
Drove on past the spa,
And parked it in behind Old Jack’s Bar.
Then I saw Mick Lamar,
In his hand a crowbar,
He smashed my windscreen, hit me – I would have a scar.
I was full of anger
And started to spar,
A kick to his nuts wasn’t going too far.
You know how things are,
Mick was soon seeing stars,
It still cost me eight grand re-fixing my Jaguar.

…I didn’t hurt him enough.