Oooh you're a naughty mess

turned up eff-(you-ommlaat)-aah work this good eve but was informed 'twas not my shift, tho' i'd worked one half hour by the clock-point they realised so ''ll be paid for that/ listening twain burning spear, traveling/ father taking us for lunch of-main/ sh'd be nice (in a sense, perhaps...whom of us ever kens, eh?)/ hm.../ drinking tyskie, a rather pleasant eastern euro. brew after small whiskey, 10cls, 4 units, 100mls, whichever/ i'm allowed no more as hyde (or 'cunt') i become (apparently...i can n'er remember)/ zummm.../