Little Boy Blues

"Thank you, thank you very much."
Elvis just won't leave the building.

SK Warne,
Come blow your own horn.
Your mouth may be talking,
But your brain is all gone;

Where is that leg spinner
With the bad boy's grin?
He's back in the media
Big noting again.

Pup can't stop him?
Now don't get me wrong,
He has lots of mates
but not for that long.

For its a mistake to cross him
Ask Bumble and Nass.
BBC victims,
In the Ashes commentary box.

Tugger once dropped him
And was dropped in return.
Now Warney just scorns him,
Even the Baggy he's burned.

He tries to make mischief,
By blowing his horn.
But its not noise for the game,
It's for SK Warne.

Pup be Warned

Pup be Warned,
That smile will invite you.
You can be kind to a brown snake,
But the damn thing will bite you.

The public is tiring,
Of his front bar blather.
His thoughts are as relevant,
As Nev from Belatta.

So SK Warne,
Come blow your own horn.
No one cares much,
Now that Lizzy is gone.