I think I will get a tattoo, or two,
Or a sleave with some serious ink,
May be something in words so felt,
I’ll get them all over, even near the ear,
Looking like Joseph’s cloak, I’ll be the bloke,
But then I think of the pain, the pain, the pain,
And when I’m ageing, skin dried and wrinkling,
That I should have covered in kid’s transfers.