Off We Go–To Billinge

He dresses like,
Mick Foley.
Tw@!

Did it hurt?
When you got poked,
In the eye,
For being a dickhead?

Whistly nose;
What’s that all about?
Time for makeup,
Or time to wake up?
Aaaaaaaaaaaarse!

He dresses like,
Mick Foley.
Nobber!

Shitty fingers,
Covered in pooh,
With faeces on them.

Bald cunt!
Hairy arse!
Massive bollocks!
Shut your face, Gary!

Read my lips.
I got them tattooed,
With a passage from,
The Qu’ran.
So, obviously,
It’s a load of nonsense!

He dresses like,
Mick Foley.
Tosspot!