Fionn Regan - Put a Penny in the Slot
I seem to have arrived,
On what items in my bag from your house.
A tablecloth, some Hennessy,
And a book on Presidents deceased.
I'll have them fed-exed 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.