Fast asleep, at half past four,
And then all of a sudden, there’s a knock at the door,
Who would be there, except two policemen?
All equipped, with a notepad and pen,

My Grandad, being the alcoholic he is,
Decided to drink and smoke in the flat of his,
His flat blew up, and left nothing but smoke,
And my Grandad, well … he never awoke,

His neighbour dragged him out, and phoned nine nine nine,
He was rushed to hospital, just in time,
He’s now been transferred to another with a chamber of air,
He has nothing left, expect the clothes he bare.

I hope he gets better, I honestly do,
But what’s he going to do if he does pull through?