Goodbye Mr P

There’s Cecil a picture of him on the wall
Of course he is dead he answered the call
Of the conniving dentist he lured him to go
Out of the park where the risks for him grow
They dragged a dead elephant with all that smell
Out of the park a smell they knew well
And then shone a searchlight into his eyes
And shot him those bastards yea taking the rise
But they never killed him just let him be
Wandering around in complete agony
Thats the white hunter the dentist the coward
A man that in fact would stick out in a crowd

And what did he do when he found out that he
Had shot the wrong lion with the collar on
Free
as a bird that old dentist was off like a shot
Bathed in the lions blood the sinew and snot

Out of the country yea in a flash
Did not stay around to enjoy his car crash
As for his family And business the dope
Must expect a real downturn despite all his hope

And Cecil is no more they ripped off his head
Skinned him and tore out his guts it was said
Butchering bastards no respect at all
There are no excuses there must be a rule
Set that he gets whats coming to him
His future I think is incredibly dim
I wont be surprised if eventually he
Puts a gun in his mouth goodbye mr P

As for the canned bunting people abroad
Who pay their big money all they can afford
To slaughter whatever and then run away
To Britain to Spain or to the USA
Taking their trophy to hang on their wall
Drenched in the blood and the snot and it all
This sort of hunting has got to be banned
And all of them truthfully must understand

They are pariahs hated by us
Killing the wildlife they wont discuss
The merits they so it pay money and shoot
Basically psychopaths yes at the root
Evil degenerates they have to be
All tossed in gaol not allowed to be free

So now where is Palmer the dentist of the year
In the dark of some cellar shaking with fear
Someone will get him he wont work again
Lets hope he is confirmed as completely insane