Fairy Finder (Radio Edit)

Well he's a giant a gentle one
But he'd no din he knows what's on
And he's a creature of Columbian fun
Til the end

He's as wild as the trees
And as stable as the Irish seas
And as worthy of the things he thrives
As any man

He was a marvel when I was small
He's a walking ad for tramadol
Sat in his van eating his haul
From the shops

Theres goat man and a killer clown
With the belly laugh and the painful frown
He's the diesel choring far from boring
John fry

He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder
And the childhood fantasy reminder
He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin'
John fry

Theres a man up in the loft
With a pigeons lung and smokers cough
And a stutter and and a van that lifts off
And flys

In the transit van on the wheel hub
Getting fried chicken for a bit of lunch
And then up the hill with the heaters on
For the night

Is it fact or fiction well no one could tell
If the unguskin was the pain you held
And the thing you saw when felt impelled
To act

He's the bottle of coke and the Haribo's
he's the yankie man and the winching pro
He's the shop lifting and always driftin'
John fry

He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder
And the childhood fantasy reminder
He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin'
John fry

Skids and drifts its the old time Grover
Then a barrel roll over the fly over
Back home to tread in cat s and wake up the house

Out for callin' quality crap corrosion
Like a hopeful dose of them advert slogans
Petrol on the bommie makes for large explosion
On the grass

Well he's the gypsies rains ain't quite there up top
With his wanted poster up in the shop
He's the writ off cars, the probable cause
John fry

He's the witch hunter and the fairy finder
And the childhood fantasy reminder
He's the apple pinchin' antique half inchin'
John fry