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"LAGGERD SKYTE"
Filled with doubt you'd rather pout
Then speak your mind an have it out
Every answer's I dunno
You grin and sulk you sorry mope
Anchor your pity let it go
Dunno Boy's got Oats to sow
Crack a smile an chat a blur
An have a good day to you sir!
Your tits too small to walk the mall
So you filled em'up to get thee awes
You strife to be the perfect toy
now every bloke gets a prima coit
Your hips and lips an tits are paved
Now your fit to spred your legs
Diamonds, gold an costly furs
An how about a lay for you sir?!
You lazy shite a Laggerd Skyte
A mile in me boots you'd surely die
Shut your gob' an get a job
At least go find a bank to rob
Your arse is fat your head is flat
From every job this bloke was canned
El-heffa says you can't concur
An it's always good-bye to you sir!
Oz have you got some yarballs for the Dunno boy
Lend to us the dignity for miss Prima Coit
Have you some motivation for the Laggerd Skyte
Now fix these fools an take me home
My balloon is leaving, hop on let's go!
