Markell Barfill
Listen to this one about Markel Barfill Always going round trying to get a refill Got himself a night job working on a cash till In a video store that only sells Kill Bill Along came a guy looking for a cheap thrill Gun in his hand, killing people at his own will Everybody freezes and comes to a stand still Except behind the counter Markel Barfill Four day later there is a grand funeral Debating over whether it is heaven or hell She cried enough to fill a whole bucket Maybe I'll exaggerate and say a hotel If I don't explain what happened days prior I would not be telling this story so well Markel Barfill had turned from the counter Propositioned by the man with a gun in his hand Opening his mouth to talk to Barfill All that came out was his crude demand "Give me money, Show me the money, money! Don't you know that I'm a desperate man? Already shot ten people on high street And ran down here as fast as I can" Now rest in peace he wasn't killed by the police The passing of wind an involuntary release He moved too soon, there was a silence in the room When Barflill struck the man down with a broom The gun went off like a real live repeater Bullet bouncing back like a golden retriever The man who fired the shot become it's only receiver And now he's getting buried, you can guess who's the preacher May we all rest in peace now this feller's dead Did any one remove my shop broom from his head Tomorrow I must sweep up the whole store and shed And not forget the churchyard, before I go to bed. I guess Markell Barfill as preacher as well Has many more stories of woe yet to tell In next month's version a visit from Hell Remember just log on, to 'Butter wouldn't melt'.