Gary here. I’m forty today.
And all I do each night is pray
that I am really back for good.
Be really magical it could.
‘I want you back’. I said to Rob
But sadly he was still a knob.
‘And everything changes but you’,
he threw, while I stood in the pasty queue.
‘Take that! And party! Rob!’ I said,
Swinging a punch aimed at his head.
But keeping fit was not my hobby
and so my strike just bounced off Robbie.
And hence the moral of G. Barlow:
Five into four just does not go.