Fluff
You might have specialised in guff
And blathered on, and spouted stuff
And given Omo white a puff
And played it smooth instead of rough
And chattered like a speed-fed chough
And spoken lingo off the cuff
And made the listener think 'Enough!'
And offered soft instead of tough
And gloried in a nickname ('Fluff')
And maybe what we heard was duff
You might have picked some shocking pop
Spun Number Ones that weren't much cop
And cheered on any fool or fop
And claimed they were the creamers' crop
And screeched about each Beatle mop
And never ever thrown a strop
And raved when rubbish hit the top
And praised what should have been a flop
And let your words trip, skip and hop
But still, I'm sad to hear you stop
