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Down the Dogs

I'm down the dogs, its Friday night

And feeling somewhat impolite

I ask this loathsome degenerate for a fight

 

Gets his clothes from the riverfront

I sense he likes his trauma blunt

Acts like he belongs in the national front

 

A swift right hook; I'm on my knees

I'm yammering, stammering, please, please

But through my pulverised teeth it sounds Sinhalese

 

My m...

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Down the Dogs

I'm down the dogs, its Friday night

And feeling somewhat impolite

I ask this loathsome degenerate for a fight

 

Gets his clothes from the riverfront

I sense he likes his trauma blunt

Acts like he belongs in the national front

 

A swift right hook; I'm on my knees

I'm yammering, stammering, please, please

But through my pulverised teeth it sounds Sinhalese

 

My m...

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William the Dullard

The year is twenty twenty six

And folk across the land

Greet the new King; later known

As William the Bland

 

There are some things you must understand

So many things have altered

Vauxhall Motors top the league

Whilst society falters

Yorkshire got its independence

And unemployments soaring

But the papers fawn and prattle on

About William the Boring

 

His h...

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Who Invited You?

The trendiest party in all of town

At least trendy by my book

I've brought with me a six pack of ale

And an epicurean look

 

The host he is a top notch guy

I sit next to him in English

My invite is far from secure

And may have been relinquished

 

As I enter this terraced house

My heartbeat starts to soar

Hipsters, skinheads, rugby lads

All mope across the flo...

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Lost in the Supermarket

2 for 1 on leeks at Tesco

All you had to do

was smear the blood of your firstborn on the doorframe

So naturally I did it

But since I'm such a silly tit

I neglected to read the small print

So they sent me to their correctional facility

And now against Tesco you wont hear me speak

But they never even gave me my sodding leeks

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