Dynamite Dave!

Dynamite Dave!

There was a funny man who used to blow things up,

He came from the circus because of the way he looked,

He used to search for gold in Mountain top caves,

He will have on his grave R. I. P Dynamite Dave!

Dave had a wife and her name was Sheila,

She lived in rags but was always a believer,

One day that nugget of gold will make us rich,

But for now they lived in a caravan without a stitch.

From the circus, the crowd would give him a wave,

A clown by night, but a gold digger by day,

Soon his wife got sick, in the kitchen she would slave,

Another night of bangers and mash but caviar she'd crave.

“Oh Dave, oh Dave, when are you gonna make us rich” she would say,

“Oh Sheila, oh Sheila, don't worry about it, I'll save the day, I'm dynamite Dave!”

“Sorry Dave, I'm leaving, I've met a man called black man Doyle,”

“He's gonna make me rich before you, he makes his money in oil.”

But the funny looking man was still proud,

He was known as dynamite Dave!

The name…

Will go to his grave!