Here comes the gimmer man
(Ooo-weee-ooo-oooh)
Sez he's a people Fan
Here come's the gimmer man
(Ahhhhh-aaaaaaaah!)
Ever felt you're being stalked by docile doddering decrepits? Well, I certainly have!
For it seems no matter what time I leave the city via omnibusial transportation, there they are. I can pick any random time to his the bus stop, but to no avail - they're ALWAYS there! Mr & Mrs ancient, shoving to the front of the queue and bewailing the manners of the young.
In fact, these coffin dodgers are so unobtrusive, they make the perfect assassin, for who would expect some zimmered up gimmer to suddenly stand back, and cunningly slide bits of their zimmerframe into position to reveal a handy shotgun!
Jeez - not to mention those in them Mobility Scooters, transforming like some Pastits Optimal-Prime into some tank like beastie just to put an end to me!
Y'know - I think it may have been them wot tried to shoot me in Hades, descending into the basement using Spencer's Stannah Stairlift to take Pot Shots at me in inebriated dancing mode.
Well, I let them get off the bus before me bus now - I'm not having them jab me up the bum from behind with their brolly to pierce my posterior with poisoned pellets of plutonium, or brain me bonce with a brace of baked beans in tins.
Septogenarian skullduggery be afoot!
