The Merry Scouseboy

[26+6=1]

And Slippy's off to Villa very fast
Cos he knows last season's win will be his last
He'll forget the sash and grab the cash
Cos Big Ange has him on the run.

And he'll leave aside his faithful mule
And he'll leave aside his Kunt
And he'll fuck his brown brogues in the bin
For no more he will need them now

And he'll leave aside his Beaton
And every bitter black-clad whore
And I wonder if he'll think of them
When the pennos don't come no more

 

[Docco]

 

[Plumbhoy75]

Bitter black clad whorethat's poetry my man, and very apt

 

[Spherical Planet]

Bitter black clad whorethat's poetry my man, and very apt

I'm incorporating that into my everyday vernacular now. Doesn't sound quite so poetic in a Dundonian accent though.

Still gonna use it mind....