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I'm like a Gannet in an oil slick
Wrong
But get used to it
Skin
Like Gore-Tex
Hair like four months' bed rest
Playmobil
Hayley Cropper
It's two rats fucking in the car park
It looks weird
It sounds weird
Mum, the pictures ain't funny
James Bay's hat's on the buffet, and you're sucking it
George Ezra's got his knob out and he's fucking it
You're not good, you're the opposite
I could get used to this
Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Wrongy O'Dullivan
Pot this
Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Move it like Jackie, Chan not Kennedy
Showboating cunt with a canter like an Exmoor pony
What's the remedy?
I don't know, stop fucking asking me
Am I still working class?
Fucking class?
Let the Balrog fucking pass
Harry Potter in the bath
Swish and flick my fucking ass
James Bay's hat's on the buffet, and you're sucking it
George Ezra's got his knob out and he's fucking it
I could get used to this
Home, sweet home, sweet nine-dart finisher
Float like a big one, sting like a miniature
Everyone's sick of you
Everyone's ignoring you
Wait for the pride of Britain, they're not awarding you
Sweet life
Fucking AONB shithole
It's a bloodsport
The National Trust have got hands in the massacre
Fuck them, fuck you, fuck killing stuff
Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Pot bliss
Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Mucky is the bum you kiss
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Pot Bliss
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