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My Name Is

My name is Iris And I got the virus You say you've got it too But you can't sneeze With the greatest ease And your lips aren't turning blue My names Freedy And I'm good and ready For to give you what I got Don't wash my hands I got swollen glands And a half a pound of snot My names Ttump A windswept orange lump And I'll beat that bad kung-fu Flu Show my tour de force On that old golf course Then I'll build a wall or two My name is Vladimir Communism shows I care Making sure my people's sharing vot day got Charity begins at home I live in my Kremlin home And make sure they'll not be pushing in my pot My name is Queen mum My birthdays soon to come But a knees up on the cards is sure to scare ya There's no need to wrap my presents As I'm off out shooting peasants I'll show you how it's done in old Bavaria My name it is Varadkar Peeps, we've gone and made it this far Our nations sure to go and make the cut (ask the banks) If they find an antidote To make sure we won't get smote I'll volunteer to take one in the butt! My name of course is Bush My lifestyles rich and plush We've been around at least three generations Gramps was jailed in Hitlers service Pops and grandson make folk nervous Corona's not a patch on our infestation

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