I seem to have arrived,
Home with items in my bag from your house.
a tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on presidents deceased.
I'll have them FedExed to you,
It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends.
Ah, it was not me,
but someone else, you see,
Twisting the steering reins.
Put a penny in the slot and make an
artificial light shine,
Leave go my golden arm..."
-Fionn Regan, 'Put a Penny in the Slot'