When i m with Marcus
We enjoy a fracas
And cause a ruckus
On the rural bus
Just us
'Jesus! '
Goes my missus
Wiping pus
And mucus
What a fuss
It won't be the last
It's worse with Lucas
Look us
On the campus
Like locust
We chase the low caste
We are joyous
And pompous
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