One evening last year down in Bristol
I was biking the streets with my pistol

It was the fifth day of November
Guy Fawkes was the guy to remember

jey hoo didido
I was up for the show
I was ready to go
serve a serious blow

Zoë told me the night was on fire
I looked for a good rubber tyre

to mount on my old mountain bike
and head into town for a hike

jey hoo didido
I was up for the show
I was ready to go
serve a serious blow

Bristol City did certainly explode
I brought dynamite, a full bike pack load

that I had going off in a park
with the aid of the tiniest spark

jey hoo didido
I was up for the show
I was ready to go
serve a serious blow

The Christian fools hollered ”Hark!”
as I came at them out of the dark

Soon they all lay wasted on the grass
while I waited for the moment to pass

jey hoo didido
I was up for the show
I was ready to go
serve a serious blow

This was my Guy Fawkes celebration
said I at the local cop station

The cops did not mind the tradition
but allowed me no police audition

jey hoo didido
I was up for the show
I was ready to go
serve a serious blow