As I sit at my desk my mind wanders To a beach in a far distant landWhere I sit in a comfortable sun chair With a large G&T in my hand.I think back to the days I was eager To get into the office at dawn
Now the fun has all gone, legislation grinds on And I'd rather be cutting the lawn.No more fights with thick-skinned underwriters.Or claims helplines who haven't a clueNo more frustrating telephone switchboards Designed so I'll never get through.
But there's light at the end of the tunnel And I sit and smile, and then laugh. All the aggro's finally behind me So I'll go to the pub for a quaff.
Now you'll wonder what's happened to Moggy?Has he gone off his head or been fired?No my friends, I've just come to my senses I've sold up the firms and RETIRED.