On chatting girls he is the king You name that tune an it he’ll sing Cricket he knows the latest score On football he will never bore On rugby, speedway come what May He will always have his say Coffee by the mug he’ll sup And say how Watford will win the cup Upset him! And he’ll rave and fume Cigar smoke blotting out the room Who is this paragon (with sins) Our own beloved KennyKins