COME PLAY WITH ME ( ,FINALE).
They pitch by the lake because of the view,
He fishes all day in his little green tent,
Lyn wants some peace, so thats where he's sent.
There's a man in the bar with a beard to his knees,
Hair to his shoulders if you please,
A little drop of Guinness he's likes to take,
Still ends up as skinny as a rake.
A Local fisherman from just down the road,
Tells a few fibs , fact he tells a load,
He might as well use a cane and pin,
Cause in the contests he's never had a win.
Finally our era has called it a day,
Brian, Tom, Mary, Mat are all on their way,
They've been good to us over the years,
So drink a Toast and shed no tears.