An action, just got a parking farm, but I'm dressed to the lines, who cares?

Just sold a few tickets, backed up a few digits, lovely.

Yeah, lads on the way ran, few tequila spare, but I've done most of them because I'm a mayor.

But a few instances I'll be right there.

Yeah, come on, squat party, we're ass, lovely, jubly.

Country's gone right down the pan, but as long as I'm an ass music fan,

I'll be there in a four pack of cans, lovely.

As long as there's no grasses

though God they ain't fucking grasses they see this fuck or if they're long gone

past it barsids I'm gonna keep the mileage throw the burner cut the stock paper.

It's the fucking oil.

O'O'I, you're a lads through the door, ready at the market,

D'E tequila spare sharpest,

Diana Gregory Peck,

Bear clone on the chest, Tom Fall Yes.

Got the text, post-code address, conquest.

Lads in their Sunday best, lovely.

Ooble outside the Crescent, Lads Peacocking no pheasant.

Er Sheil is going to be present too.

Fancy their sins about year two.

Nowadays, er she loves a bit of gear too.

So rather drop the gear down from three to two.

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