My good man
Have a care
Your misuse of apostrophes is preposterous to me
It offends my very soul
From my brogues to my bowler
Its a whole lot of guff
And it makes me want to take you roughly
By the lapels of your blazer
And haze ya
You're a rudesby...it eludes me how you can be so unruly
And truly believe that you can enter club Baretta
So you'd better bust a move
Or you'll be trussed up to within an inch of your life
And I'll say to the doorman
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I'm going back inside
To give him a piece of my mind
I'm going back inside
To give him a piece of my mind
I'm going back inside
To give him a piece of my mind
I'm going back inside
To give him a piece of my mind
Wilson's going to let me back in you know
You're for it now!
He'll cry as I return
Brandishing my brolly
It's your folly you know
You should never have tried
To get inside in those clothes
They're an abomination
Such an establishment
Could only condone your banishment
I need to chasten you
I hasten you add that your brother
Alvie Scuffy's not welcome
Or his mates
The little blatherscates...
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