The Same Old Story

I went to the local quack wid me Judy Brenda. cos we wus sreamin wid pains in de chest "I'ts lung cancer"he said "youse have been smokin loads a friggiin ciggies ya soft cunts" "Shite what'll we do mister docter "I sez "gerra load of dem credit cards and fuck off to Bendydorm, Have a bleedin good time wid yer tart youse wont have to pay the dosh back cos youse will bote be nailed down in a box wid de wirms eatin yer arses Jesis dats great sez I da gear were made up" So we buggered off down to Sangria land ,
but fuckin lissin to dis, wid all dat blazin sun an gettin pissed drunk every night we bleedin got better diddin we? an now we've got to pay all the dosh back to dose credit card basards I'm not kiddin ya I'm gonna nut that friggin quack docter when I seehim

Billy from d' Pool
CITY OF CULCHER