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I do not think I can bear another night on Trent
How many mornings, afternoons, evenings have I spent
First I went in in a wheelchair
But after a while my legs sorted themselves out
Some people get out of bed at twelve o'clock
When does the Trent madness ever stop
A woman has been put into the pink room, shes had a fit
Bang Bang Bang!
That's her booting the door!
Lunchtime's at twelve o'clock
Time for mouldy meals
Fish and chips, with plenty of salad cream and ketchup, on a Friday tastes okay
By the way
When does this Trent ...