Dictum - message of the Euro-bore Random It's a good life, bowing to the tyrant None Christian gang chants sweet Regional Keep your head down for the moment (That now suit is now in bucket It's a good life, Europe) Avoid the dismantled All heads stuck in bloody plant pots All looking at them Forgetting the endless drive against nature City dweller Must we base ourselves again into organic mud? You're well welcome to it Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds And take those red tie bastards who put up the Olympic flag with you They walk around leering at young girls in packs Worse than any yobs (Catalonian) It's January twentieth Euro-bore I support media Keep Olympic bidding City dweller Backwards More than you can ever know Mr cab driver What do you want Mr cab driver City dweller This hillbilly cab driver He has submerged himself into the psyche of the average Cab driver They love me, they knock off ten to fifteen pence This is wandering Those casual days are over and dull Dull Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom Get out of my city you mediocre pseud And take those red tie bastards with you City dweller They should remember there's nothing worse than a half-educated grim red dwarf City dweller Cuts up Cab driver, cab driver Oh Mr cab driver (He's up there now, listening to us, I know he is) Why do you leave a poxy card? Oh, Mr cab driver What do about it? Too much to drink Too many drugs Too much sex Too young
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It’s impossible to make out more than a few stray words or phrases of this version. Every so often I have another go, but to date I remain defeated. If you think you can do better, post your efforts in the comments. ↩︎
