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When it comes to housing, we mustn't forget dodgy landlords.
Fatman's got something to sell to the capital's homeless At the Crossroads Motel for the no fixed abode-less Where you can live life in style if you sleep in a closet And if you flash him a smile he'll take your teeth as deposit
There's bats in the belfry The windows are jammed The toilet's ain't healthy He don't give a damn Just chuckles and smiles Laughs like a madman A born-again Rachman Here comes Sheriff Fatman
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Today i will convert my house into an old barn. on 11:26 - Mar 13 with 1526 views
Oof! I hoped that was going to be one of those cool driving around with a video camera things looking at stuff from my childhood era, but no, it was Neddy Seagoon and some very scary looking ladies marching around in primary colours and doing a bit of bible thumping.
Can I refer you to the opening lyric of Friday Night And The Gates Are Low by Half Man Half Biscuit? (courtesy of our very own Chris Rand's excellent https://halfmanhalfbiscuit.uk/ )
When I had my loft Converted back into a loft The neighbours came around and scoffed And called me retro
But they are the type Who never used to go to the match Until the family thing got big In the late eighties
Dad’s a steward in the stand Brace of comps in his hand
New men run a creche While home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch In the Lux Familiar cup Are rendered pointless
Stick a burger in my mouth Shove a seat beneath my arse Buy the shirt and shorts and socks Win the keeper’s sweaty jocks Point a gun down at your foot Am I supposed to be at home?
Friday night and the gates are low And it’s raining Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend
So you came and went ‘Cos on crap three million was spent And if Josh wants a five man tent There must be forfeits
Star man said bye bye And now you’re reaching for the Sky Sit back relax and watch us die Of entertainment
Fiancee said that it was fun Even though the others won I can’t stand any more ‘Cos I can’t stand anymore You were blind but you will see Tonight’s attendance one-two-three
Friday night and the gates are low And it’s raining Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend Friday night and I just love complaining And no I haven’t got anything better to do
It's 106 miles to Portman Road, we've got a full tank of gas, half a round of Port Salut, it's dark... and we're wearing blue tinted sunglasses.
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