I eat my egg and chips whilst wise men frown
They give advice and rush to bring me down
An Exfridge educated woman can’t eat fries
So in McDonalds ,they have placed their spies

How else explain that man in Cohen’s suit
And on his feet, black polished Chelsea boots?
Such men would eat in foreign Restaurants
Not linger in Mc Donald’s penitent

Yes, all these people must be sent as spies
From Oxford,Cambridge, even MI 5.
Yet I do not abandon my fried bread
Despite that Quantum Theory seeping out my head

It’s probable that they are eying me
Come,thou loon , Len Cohen wants his tea