[Tozzie]

What became of Sid E. Ghet
When he finally closed that door
I bet he found another place
In a high rise flat, top floor
There was method in his madness
He knew that if the lift was broke
He'd be able to live in peace
Away from horrible folk
It's sad our Sid E. Ghet
Has shut himself away
All because the morons
Make fun of him each day
Our Sid can't help his height
It's the card that he was dealt
There's more to Sid than height
But no one understood him, he felt
It's with sadness I have to tell you
Our Sid, he's passed, he's gone
I hope he's happy in Heaven
When again he meets his Brother Ron