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When you get to my age you start losing little bit’s
So you have to go to the N.H.S for regular spare part fits.
Like hearing aids and glasses, walking sticks as well,
New Kidneys, Teeth and second hand Hearts, as far as I can tell
They can even transplant a persons face,
Giving you a permanent smile,
Then nobody would look unhappy
Walking about with a miserable dial.
And perhaps, one day soon,
If you prefer
You can select another race.
Then if you was protesting and kicking up a fuss
They could change your beliefs and make you,
A fan of, “Mr Bush”.
You would be going into hospital,
What colour do you want to be,
Black, white, yellow or red,
Any colour, Suits me.
Last week we decided to take a little trip,
As you’ve probable already guest, I went and broke my hip,
They rushed me down to the infirmary,
Sorry we’ve got no bit’s,
You’ll have to go to New Castle
They've got spare, body kits.
They've Got Hearts, Legs, and Kidneys, Arms and Gnashers too
Boobs, Eye’s and Feet, there’s a catalogue to view.
So when you get to my age and you start to fall apart,
You’ll probable go on ebay to pick a brand new,
“PART”
terence nabbs
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009 |
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