Dick Van Dyke in a bike
There is a dream I really like
About Dick Van Dyke on a bike
Riding merrily along the strand
With a can of special brew in his hand
On other days he necks a carling
As Mary Poppins stands there snarling
Holding his chalk he starts to sketch
But a whiff of strong lager makes him wretch
He produces masterpieces and people clap
The truth be known they’re pretty crap
Now he’s back on the wheels pretty quick
Crazy cycling oh silly silly dick
Crashes into a policeman on the beat
Who drags him up by his feet
He scolds Van Dyke like a naughty pup
As my eyes do flicker before I slowly wake up