I’m sure it comes from me stutter
It gets right on me bloody nerves
Just like having to do
That climatic withdrawal
Given half a chance I’d have the snip
But yer know what mothers are like
She’d go barmy, soft bugger
One day all this will be mine
Then I’ll make ‘em pay
Pay for everything...
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