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What a start, you cannot fail
When slagging off the Daily Mail
A sure fire choice that can't go wrong
A future date with Room One O Mong
Lorry drivers, you murdering scum
To the Caf's version of room 101
No more sleeping by the road at night
Or dodgy codes, with flashed headlights
Go eat some mushrooms, you'll enjoy that
They feckin stink, just like you twats
Speaking of twats, your forum spaz
Like Murt, like Amol, like Guvnorgaz
Enjoy the game, but know feck all
Send the shopping down the maul
It'd serve them right, be a right killer
They probably rated Liam Miller
Nahh that's too far, no one's that wrong
They'd have to live in Room O Mong
And finally Noble, Geordie dick
Comedian? A feckin prick
Goes on and on, he talks no sense
I hope he falls on a spiked fence
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