Where To Be
Tony`s the Man,
He had this bad thirst,
And grew his own grass
Believed he could
lick his own *ss !
He played on the street
and thought he could meet
some fool, to
hand him a dollar.
John is the Joker;
had found a nice mate,
went out on a date,
it was a bit late,
Fool!
Jumped up,
and gave me the fright of my life.
That put me off sex,
for a while.
Pete is the Bum,
Reeked spirit `n rum,
Offered my lunch,
To a bad bloke
Gave me a punch
Near dislocated
My jaw !
Life on the street
Sends me up a creek.
A hermit for sure,
In a cool cave is
Better to be
By far !
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