When waiting one day,
for a bus to the bay,
I heard a strange sound from behind.
I turned round at once
to discover the ponce,
I though would be making the sound.
I found out quite quick,
and it made me real sick,
that it wasn`t a person at all.
It was made out of wood,
had a neck and a head,
with a bridge in there just for good measure.
There was right in front of me,
a guitar called Jim Appleby,
who wanted to go to the bay.
He didn`t say why,
I didn`t go pry,
but I desperately wanted to know.
But we went to the bay,
and had a wonderful day,
until the sea washed poor Jimmy away.