Our Tony the computer viz
Who likes a bit of Blackcurrant fizz.
On Friday night, s he’s the talk of the town
When he struts down the high street
With a two litre bottle of blackcurrent fiz under his arm.
Our Tony the computer viz
Who likes a bit of blackcurrant fizz.
With medallion on his hairy chest, a week’s stubble
And a bottle of blackcurrant fizz under his arm,
He’s a babe magnet.
Our Tony the computer viz
Who likes a bit of blackcurrant fizz.
When he struts down the high street
With a babe on one arm and blackcurrant under the other
I shout with pride
“That’s our Tony the computer viz
Who likes a bit of blackcurrant fizz”.
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