whenever i am free as a turd now
will i dont remember her
and if i dont go tomorrow then or now
could i still remind me of you
as a Lubbock bird thats kind of shite
and you will come from Loughbrough
hope you choke on a cock
there's a Brimful of asha i cannot fly
yeah, yeah, yeah, and yeah yeah-yeah-yee-yeah

similar sites who hold my a'hole
can you still pick me a winner
of course i remind me of Math Priest
but without 'Good Enough' played in my ass
then all the times i still remember
of Butlins up my ass and times that were rough
'Buffalo Gals' shoved up my ass for 45 days now
Malcolm Mclaren shoved up the bum

'77 was the year i was born
and '97 was the year i o'd
and '12 was the year i died
because i was so young and inoffensively hot
Malcolm Mclaren was hotter in the 70's than 00's
oh, i fucking hated Public Image Limited and 'Metal Box'
shit-shit-shit-shit-yeah-go-and-kiss-my-ass-right-now

and if we do remember all those times
when we still played with all 'em toys
be quicker than the speed of light today now
but not as childish as we're used to be
because that was 1992-1998
six years that was, and now they're fucked off
i hope you choke on your bottle caps

i was a teacher for goodness sake-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
i was a Brummie in '96
and moved to Wolverhampton in '98
because Lord though i was so fucking insane
then i used some drunken rambling noises
shit yeah
I was innocent like Louise Woodward back then
i took her up my arse
and as a Da Funk i cannot shite
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Wolverhampton
i miss you more
but then we're find Wimbledon quite shit
because we're talk about that now
like a 'Brimful Of Asha' up my arse
then without pulling out my Brummie vowels
wow-wow-wow-wow-wee-wam-bam-thank-you-mam

(SPOKEN WORD OUTRO);
But with all this brand new electronic stuff
i'm so tired of all these Southern bitches
i'm sorry, but they're whores and blow
we fucking love you Gilbert O' Sullivan

(ME): she were just fucking off Gilbert O' Sullivan in the audience
she weren't even in the charts last week that whore

The Audience speaks;
who the fuck's Gilbert O' Sullivan
i dont know, some sort of bastardised singer in the 70s
sorry, what was that, oh he was

is it metal
of course it is
during the Oasis 'Wonderwall' tribe of 1923

(OUTRO FINISHES)

and as a Brummie i cannot shine
but you're sure you're from Witham
last time i was on this site
i got 'Careless Whisper' right

and that's the end of this hymn
just we're like to say goodbye
yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

(MARY ANNE HOIBBS IMPRESSION);
It's speed garage isn't it, i can tell