A variant of the same short shonky shanty (see below) has recently turned up in a bottle, rescued by a local, on the golden sands of Buddha Beach in Thailand. It reads:
I’m going down the hole
To the ‘Liar’s Lair’
I’m going down the hole
See what’s going on down there
Jump right on
That carousel
I’m going down the hole
Where the firemen sleep
I’m going down the hole
Where the drinks are cheap
Might need a whiskey
& another one as well
Red umbrella twirling in the rain
Stand to, action, cameras roll
The voice of reason walks the other way
Thought I heard him say something, I don’t know
When Saturday comes & I got no money left
A wife & kid I never met
I’m going down the hole
Into the earth
I’m going down the hole
For what it’s worth
I may be back but then
Maybe I won’t
I’m going down the hole
If that’s what it takes
I’m jumping in the hole
Cos them’s the stakes
Telephone says dooit dooit
The hovering hand says don’t
Sickle moon dancing through the trees
Traffic noise dying down
The southern cross, the milky way
Don’t know where the rain went, maybe underground
When Saturday comes & I haven’t got a cent
& no one knows where I went
I’ll be down the hole
Where the white men sing
I’m rolling in the hole
Ding a ling
Where Frosty’s on the window
Dumb & Self-Righteous smooching in the hall
I’m going down the hole
Without a plug
I’m going down the hole
Nice & snug
Seen it on the pictures
Y’haven’t seen it at all
Don’t send me no postcard from above
I just lost the sense of irony
The clouds here would make El Greco cry
I would paint them if I were he
When Saturday comes & there’s nothing left to eat
You know where I’ll be
