I am a flier

Who can breathe fire

I came to Fridays

'Cause they blocked the wellways

Pre me, were stairways and carts

To reach deeper parts

Now they say

You can't use the wellway

Tell me why Elita calls you faceache

Tell me why Sly Hands is such a pissed flake

Tell me why stone chutes became so passé

They blocked the wellways

I'm no descender

A pre-weekender

In green: goodbye, grey

'Cause there are no wellways

Tell me why Elita calls you faceache

Tell me why Sly Hands is such a pissed flake

Tell me why stone chutes became so passé

They blocked the wellways

Come Series 8 and I'm sat on my arse

Like the way the wyrms used to be

No matter that Treguard treats me like a dog

I'll taxi once more for thee

Across the mire

I'm flying higher

I am, I am, I am, I am

Smirky again today...