tommy mister marvel

they don't make teevee shows like they do nowadays
i mean it, i swear, i honour
with the toy guns and the battleaxe
kids running around playing cowboys and Indians
little Wally and the Beeve
commercials in black and white
drive-thru burger joints where the waitresses serve you roller blades
that girl in the car beside you with her friends
there's 3 of them and 2 out us
better put in our best wingman
which would be me, of course
wingman stu they called me, but i just can't finish
i can start a conversation and get the nuts and bolts flowing
after that, it's tommy, tommy mister marvel
he smiles at the girls and they wave him over
"this here is tommy. eh tom, they're cute ain't they, like i told ya"
tommy nods
where could we go nowadays to eat this burger, i don't want to mess up my car
me, stu, suggests the harold peak
where you can see the stars and crescent moon and go from there
and maybe eat a burger in peace

so we drive to harolds peak
lots of cars here, such a nice night
tommy wants to go for a hike and one of the girls joins him
he's balancing the cliff, good ol tommy
he's walking in straight lines and the girls cheer him on
he takes a bite of his burger, smiling as he chews
then a gust of wind and tommy falls off the peak
still chewing his food and we hear the thud
we call the coppers, they find his body
impaled on a tree branch
fuckin tommy mister marvel
haunting the peak since 1955