Today, as I drive through France, I was given a tug, purely by chance, I was listening to the music and feeling very calm, When on comes the blue light, The French Gendarme As usual there were two, Bon Jour Monsieur , we want your money from you. Your truck it does great speed, Please shut your mouth, we take no heed One hundred k is what we say, Hand in your pocket, its time to pay, Ninety k is on the graph , they look at me, but, they dont laugh, We dont care about the facts, or what it says upon the tachographs, We are a miserable pair, so we will stand and stare, Cos Mr. Foreign lorry driver you aint goin nowhere, For one hour they scrutinise, planning how much to take, planning my demise, We want seven hundred and fifty euro, jump in the car we take you to the bureau, On the way they turn and say, Friend, its your lucky day, we have decided one hundred and fifty should pave the way Im not anti French, but every week I smell the stench, of the French Dick Turpin, We are not your bloody cash cow, we are just out here working , Mr. Gendarme you are obnoxious, greedy and abrupt, But most of all, you are truly corrupt.....
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 23:30:51 +0000
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