Let me share with you a tale
About the man Mushtaq
Who used to run an ice cream van
Along the wide South Bank
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
Mushtaq was a likely lad
A man about the town
To his mum a gentleman
To his wife a clown
But they never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
He became religious when
The twin towers fell and roared
When Bush said you are with us
Or you’re with the terror hordes
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
Mushtaq bought an ice cream van
With all the trims and songs
Smiling while he served the scoops
And lollies all day long
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
But the ice cream and smiling stopped
When emerged the videos
Of children burning on the streets
Of the Baghdad bombing shows
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
However much he prayed and wept
He couldn’t handle it
His mind was filled with smouldering bodies
Which tormented him to bits
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
Mushtaq started surfing
In the darkness on the net
His wife and mum were unaware
Of the strangers that he met
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
They piled and packed his inbox
With more photos of the horror
The more he gazed the more he thought
He had to fight for their honour
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
One fateful night Mushtaq arose
And crept down his creaky stairs
His wife and kids lay fast asleep
He cursed old Tony Blair
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
He drove the van along the Thames
And parked it by the side
Waiting for the tourists
And the revellers to pass by
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
Then he saw the night folk
Walking by in groups and droves
He knew this was the time to press
The button just he was told
They never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
But something clicked
The bomb collapsed
And burst into fierce flames
Mushtaq screamed and fell headlong
Into the river Thames
And they never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames
As he sank into the Thames
The pain searing his body
Those words appeared from the extremists
You will not have to worry
His life passed by his drowning eyes
He pictured his wife and kids
His doting mum, his ice cream van
Which made him a few quid
Suddenly the terror struck
When he saw his only son
He would never see him again
Under the living sun
The Lord did not welcome him
The angels did not sing
As he felt his body die
The currents swallowed him
And they never found his body
When it crackled into flames
Sinking to the belly of the melancholy Thames