Piggin' out kinda mood,
Gone off yogurts, mongy froobs,
Hunting for a, piece of cake
Just one nibble, for heavens sake.
Broken fridge everynight
Got no money, to put it right
Live in a ditch
What a hell of a b***h.

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And it all breaks down to silver turtle,
Had to buy it from the shop
Name was Murtle
Staring him out
No money left in the bank.

Green stuff in a cooking pot
Once was pasta, now it's not.
Would love some strawberrys, bit of cream
Just a useless, lousey dream.
Down the sofa, behind the sick
Anywhere, he could think
Found a pound, on his way, to Iceland

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Chicken Corma, already made
99, pense he payed
Takes it home to his flat
Eats it cold, stupid T**t
Kinda guy who needs a brain
Eats food frozen, is insane
Stuck in a bed, whishes, he was dead

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