They've come to live here
Instead of the city,
The boys are so 'hard'
And the girls ain't pretty,
They're playing loud music
And dropping their litter,
Is it any wonder
The old folks are bitter?
It's no use pretending
Things'll get better,
They're a pain in the rump
And there's an end to the matter!
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