You might see me walkin round with a slight limp its not a 'G' thing bruv I’ve done my ankle in a bit thrown like the dice in the Aiching I’m not sleeping well my head is tangalin I need an aspirin bruv I need a Saturday cup of tea to drink possibly a Jaffa cake or just an evening alone without a manic day it’s been an age since I’ve been chilled master- baby, come here, I love you you're my stinky tits you can help me with my problems come to think of it rinky dink, sugar plum, twinkle clit I didn’t mean stinky tits, sorry! I’ve been a dick! SORRY! that was worse than dreadful its my stress levels its my work schedule with my desk head full of words unsettled unearthed I’m dizzy I’m inaffect I’m ineffectual
but like never mind, it doesn’t matter what you look like, all that matters is you dance, coz it’s a very very short life X2
I move fast all the flies on me are blue arsed kipper turned pages till he got to the rude parts hit the kerb naked with a sock on his do-da's a wonderful night for a moon dance! cheramin serenade us on a sketchily tuned harp Venus plays the bass strings strung between two stars Jesus levitates on a fungus of blue hearts and Sarah Palin’s abducted in Utah (pardon?) I said welcome to the teradome never give acid to a man with a megaphone he will get frantic and then he won’t let it go have you ever seen a rappers head explode? and when the crowd dies I hope that they've been entertained with something useful, like safety information on a train coz to be truthful, i crave just a little taste of fame, but then i realise ego is a waste of brains