Oh-eight-one,
Eight-one-one,
Eight-one-eight-one;
Yeeeeeeah!

Check out the sound;
Here is the rhythm,
Even bigger than before,
And its live and kickin’!

Party political broadcast.
Sarsons vinegar,
Went to Norwich,
In a tractor,
Made of permafrost.

Is it prejudicial,
To say snigger?
It is,
After all,
An anagram,
For gingers.

Break the cycle.
I don’t mind blacks,
Personally.
Talk a bit,
Of shit,
But that isn’t,
Their fault,
I suppose.

Listen to shit,
Music on the,
Bus really loud though.
That’s annoying.