so here's a ditty,
about a book,
that i've just read,
about these two lads,
who had this odd drunken bet,
he found a namesake,
yet Dan said 'Rubbish',
'yuo shouldn't lie',
Dave took note of this,
he booked a cab to East Fife,
aaaahh aaaaahh,
that's how this story begins, here's more...

they found East Fife Dave,
then met his son Dave,
then found a few more

one's gay, one's a jew,
one owns a car or two,
i say, why stop there?,

let's find fifty-four,
found some, let's find more,
hey Dan, why the frown,

why'd you get get so p*ssed?,
can't back out of this,
why can't we back out now?,

gone up north and to Italy (Dave),
gone to New York and not Paris (Dave),
Wolverhampton and to Israel (Dave),
Dan, your girlfriend's seems annoyed at you,

some down, more to go,
found one in Oslo,
won't be bailing out,

Ireland, found a lot,
This search went to pot,
once they got to Tel-Aviv,

five folk, phoned 'em all,
names changed by deed poll,
come on, found 'em all,

what happened to these lovely chaps?,
one decided to googlewhack,
the other started a cult,
then he said 'yes quite a lot,..
thank you....