© 2026 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin [Intro] Ah. Yes. Now then. You look like a person of considerable taste. Allow me to introduce myself. [Verse 1] I am a gentleman of singular precision Every shot I take is a considered decision Most men buy their ammunition, I do not I source my own material, straight from the nose One nostril at a time, with a disciplined hand I reject what is crumbly and select what coheres I roll it between thumb and forefinger slow Till the surface is tacky and the form is a sphere Then I load it with care in my forked bit of ash Draw back the leather, and release with panache Twelve meters. Dead centre. Immaculate. Clean. The finest shot fired that this county has seen. [Hook] I am Sir Reginald Forthwright-Blaine The finest shot in the county, again With leather and ash and a pint in my hand I am, quite frankly, the best in the land [Verse 2] Now. Women. I shall address the matter with appropriate candour My record in courtship is nothing but splendour They say that the ladies require wit and wealth I say what they want is a man sure of himself I've wooed them in Brighton, in Bath and in Brum The ones who said no simply hadn't yet come... To understand what they were standing before A man of this calibre, nothing to ignore My method is simple: I stand. I am present. The effect on a woman is swift and transcendent She hasn't left yet, which confirms what I knew The evidence speaks. I present it to you. [Hook] I am Sir Reginald Forthwright-Blaine The finest shot in the county, again With leather and ash and a pint in my hand I am, quite frankly, the best in the land [Bridge] You've been very quiet, and I appreciate that A lesser companion would've long fallen flat But you stand there and listen with admirable grace I can tell that you're taking it in Most people, I find, cannot follow the pace Of a mind of this breadth and this spin I shall take your silence as the highest regard One doesn't need words when one's holding all cards [Final Hook] I am Sir Reginald Forthwright-Blaine The finest shot in the county, again With women I find that my charm tends to stick I am, quite frankly, the obvious pick And the best in the lane best in the lane
