He's counted out his final pound,
And now he's deep within the ground.
Doctor Nick is old and grey,
A scheming git who’s had his day,
Yet though his friends were low and sleazy,
Pointing fingers is too easy.
Those monsters played their part, it's true,
But weren't they helped by me and you?
I saw him once when I was small,
I had his picture on my wall.

The Elvis Bird:1935-1977.