He had very big hands, smoked a lot and wrote secret code, right?So that’s how he got to the beach, and yes, there’s a pasty in that boxNot just a heavy smoker, guy was a rank stoner!The tie’s a little off you reckon?Where’s the pullover?The Somerton Man monster from the deep.Stink eye and pixie ears, wrong and wrongThe baccarat guy just out of Pentridge lookWho cares it it’s wrong, the guy’s having funDead eye DickHow wrong is that hair?Is that a gun under your coat, or are you supposed to be a nurse?There’s something about that bumper that rings a bell, roachwiseGrandad Somerton. Don’t ask.So they cleaned him up a bit for the official photo, ok?I’d be sulking too, laying out on the beach all night.Good old Fedosimov, all 6″2′ of himThis bloke could have done betterAnother stone killer look, completely unnecessaryJoin these two halves together and you’ll get something between Gerry Feltus and John SandersVorshart’s beautification effort, just lovelyNo NO NO NOAlso no, also patheticCourtesy of young Pelling, kid should be surfing, not making sandmenWe’re looking for the bloke who died, not the bloke who killed him – – – >This guyTHE INCISOR TEETH !!! How many times? Plus he’s generously over-fanged here.Say goodnight to Mr Somerton kiddiesEars …Why this problem with the ears?Even Feltus forgot the bloody pullover !But there were no stripes on the trousers of the body found on the morning of December 1 1948, ok Gordon? So get onboard.Do You Know This Man ?Teresa … get a real job, please.
The Somerton Man