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- 14 de Ene, 2025
i was walking down the street, late one night
minding my own business, i wasn't looking for a fight
when up to me walked this dodgy geezer
i knew him from the pub, he was a total pleaser
now i'm too drunk to make it rhyme anymore so lemme just tell ya
this bloke was a hardcore bastard, yeh?
he sold crack to kids, he'd steal from ya, he'd steal just to steal
he's was always jackin' off too, and he stank of jizz and diabetes
everything he said was lies even when he didnt need to lie
and he was a card carrying communist at heart
even though he wouldnt know much about it
a stupid punk, as if there's any other
well, maybe johnny rotten.. he was alright yeh?
but so here we are out in the rain..
walkin' and talkin' and sharing a bottle of rot gut
bum shit and v.d. whores givin' us the seedy eye
and he's jabberin' on about what a great guy he is
how he gives 3 quid a month to starvin african babies
so they can have pencils to eat or some shit
whatever it is those live aid fuckers do
inject them with experimental chemicals most likely, yeh?
so i tell him, eh, who gives a toss mate? you sure dont
you sell crack to kids, ya scurvy klepto
stop talkin shit ya gangrene maggot
pass me the mickey ya spotted dick
so then he starts losin' his fish n' chips, yeh?
he's goin bonkers, he's yellin' and screamin' about africans
and wailing around like one of them whirling goatfuckers
he's puttin' on the ham like a workin' girl
crying and cursing and marching in circles
spit flying and he prob'ly dont even remember why at that moment
cuz he only remembers things for about half a minute then it's gone
so i tell him, yeh mate.. you just need to shut the fuck up
you aint a great guy mate.. you give 3 quid so you can pretend
you ain't the evil bastard you are, but it ain't workin' is it?
no one buys yer shit, mate, everyone knows yer a lyin' dick
suck it up, yeh? stop actin' like yer on the rag
here, have a fag and knock it off..
so he calms down a bit and he wouldn't remember it anyway
and now he's tellin' me about world peace and unicef and all this shit
he's talkin' about how if he was the one in control
he would rule with an iron fist but that he hates hitler
even though he's always watchin' hitler on the tube
what a tosser.. ya gotta love the guy though, he's a true nutter
and he'd give ya the shirt off his back but you'd get shingles if ya wore it
and he'd just steal it back from ya anyway..
if ya wanna really wanna get him goin' tell him that the holocaust was rubbish
that'll do it.. you'd swear he was anne frank with a cock
good times mate.. good times.. you shoulda been there
minding my own business, i wasn't looking for a fight
when up to me walked this dodgy geezer
i knew him from the pub, he was a total pleaser
now i'm too drunk to make it rhyme anymore so lemme just tell ya
this bloke was a hardcore bastard, yeh?
he sold crack to kids, he'd steal from ya, he'd steal just to steal
he's was always jackin' off too, and he stank of jizz and diabetes
everything he said was lies even when he didnt need to lie
and he was a card carrying communist at heart
even though he wouldnt know much about it
a stupid punk, as if there's any other
well, maybe johnny rotten.. he was alright yeh?
but so here we are out in the rain..
walkin' and talkin' and sharing a bottle of rot gut
bum shit and v.d. whores givin' us the seedy eye
and he's jabberin' on about what a great guy he is
how he gives 3 quid a month to starvin african babies
so they can have pencils to eat or some shit
whatever it is those live aid fuckers do
inject them with experimental chemicals most likely, yeh?
so i tell him, eh, who gives a toss mate? you sure dont
you sell crack to kids, ya scurvy klepto
stop talkin shit ya gangrene maggot
pass me the mickey ya spotted dick
so then he starts losin' his fish n' chips, yeh?
he's goin bonkers, he's yellin' and screamin' about africans
and wailing around like one of them whirling goatfuckers
he's puttin' on the ham like a workin' girl
crying and cursing and marching in circles
spit flying and he prob'ly dont even remember why at that moment
cuz he only remembers things for about half a minute then it's gone
so i tell him, yeh mate.. you just need to shut the fuck up
you aint a great guy mate.. you give 3 quid so you can pretend
you ain't the evil bastard you are, but it ain't workin' is it?
no one buys yer shit, mate, everyone knows yer a lyin' dick
suck it up, yeh? stop actin' like yer on the rag
here, have a fag and knock it off..
so he calms down a bit and he wouldn't remember it anyway
and now he's tellin' me about world peace and unicef and all this shit
he's talkin' about how if he was the one in control
he would rule with an iron fist but that he hates hitler
even though he's always watchin' hitler on the tube
what a tosser.. ya gotta love the guy though, he's a true nutter
and he'd give ya the shirt off his back but you'd get shingles if ya wore it
and he'd just steal it back from ya anyway..
if ya wanna really wanna get him goin' tell him that the holocaust was rubbish
that'll do it.. you'd swear he was anne frank with a cock
good times mate.. good times.. you shoulda been there
