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Here's one what I writ a while ago

 

 

The birds are sweet, I love their song

But their tree cannot stay for long

The tree is not in the right place

It just has got too little space

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

 

Each day my car I have to clean

The birds they aim, they are so mean

Such effort oh it really grieves

In winter as I scoop up leaves

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

 

And that one there, if I can

Remove it and park my caravan

And that one there makes my house dark

My second car right there could park

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

 

It’s near my roof, yes that one there

Just take it down, we need fresh air

The guy next door, he’s such a swine

Lets all his branches grow over mine

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

 

The drive’s too narrow, getting out is hell

Lets have that one out as well

The last tree really makes me worry

It waves around in windy flurry

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

 

Don’t quote too much, Im not too wealthy

And all this worry made me unhealthy

They have to go and most sincere

I’ve done my bit for the atmosphere

Forgive me when its gone, oh please

Don’t get me wrong – I love trees

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Heres a first line for you Village Idiot,

 

Come look at the size of my hornbeam...

 

Come look at the size of my horn

beamed Stubby, no longer forlorn

Those tablets I got

have right hit the spot

I can finally dispense with the porn

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Giv'us a fag, lend'us 10p. I won't to buy some glue you see.

Not pot or mushrooms but glue.

 

I sniff all night

I sniff all day

I sniff until my lungs heart and teeth decay

What a fecked man you say

 

On my grave I want inscribed

This man sniffed until he died

 

Came the day this was to be

Ten thousand bags I would see

 

Wonder if I'll see tomorrow

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