What ho! I say to you walking passers byers, what will it be for you today?
Dips your iphones, and raise your eyses, and look see at my dispositions,
What will it be, locum lattes, curfew and piping hot, then down your pipes?
You can take it over the Flinders Street corner, and sup and sip and look,
An electric shaver you might ask, for that hairy gullet or that sad ankle.
What have I in my bag of tricks to entertain you, knob you, lest you swipe?
A screen, a screen, a parliamentary promise for a pinhead computer screen,
If that’s what you want, I can get it for you, from Guatemala, it’s duty free.
I’m that London Street Crier, selling all things this and that, also and besides,
You’ll buy things off your shopping list, and the checkout box wouldn’t know,