I've just heard a bigmouth
at local pub, the grub
he's such a fat-mouth
i'll duff him up, at rotary club
really is a swell head
spreading big fat lies
i really wish him dead
eating one of me deadly pies
yes, no, i'm a psycho
don't like people with big gob
no, yes, im not a wacko
selling poisoned pies me job
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