my name is roger rabbit,
i'm fed up of my job
,head is always throbbing,
my best mate is a ****.

batteries up my *******,
make my ears vibrate,
sat astride a *****,
intitled master bate.

i've no control or vision
as i get shoved about,
ears are always tickling...
smelling like a trout.

hate my new vocation,
you might think it's funny,
my other job was better,
when i was easter bunny.

***** delwyn two *****,
the rampant ram from brecon,
watched the jungle program,
the one with ant and dec on.

now delwyn not the brightest,
mountain man from wales,
but knew he was the boyo,
for any bushlicker trails.

i've licked lots of bushes,
he wrote to ant and dec,
champion  mountain muffer,
with permanent stiff neck.

whay hay man we are sorry,
ye cannot qualify,
y haf te be a celebrity,
an in the pooblics eye.

an you are jus a diver,
the lowest of the lowest,
but i am a cellar butty,...
ask any girl in powys.

mary had a little lamb,
she called it pinky winky,
when it turned into a sheep,
she sold it to the ******.

jack and jill had dropped a pill,
to dance the night away,
jack came home with two black eyes,
cos he forgot to pay.

hairy mary quite contrary,
how does your garden grow?
halogen lamps, council house,
thats all you need to know.

baa baa black sheep,
think i need to pull,
your tail upwards,
cos my ***** are full.

little miss muffet,sat on a tuffet,
snorting before a night out,
little jack horner stuck in his thumb,
she punched his ****** lights out.

sometimes i sit and wonder why,
i'm staring at this screen,
if you don't like x-factor,
you wil know what i mean.

one night i had  a curry,
doc martin had just started,
she had her taste of karma,
as i let rip, and farted.

moaning bout the pungent fumes,
say's i'm very rude,
but she's the one to blame,
she cooked the ******* food.

laughing loud at noise and smells,
omitted from my belly,
*******  up face, holds her nose,
and tries to watch the telly.

valley mountains high,
cattle there to serve us,
rugged men are men,
sheep are very nervous,

megan's dentures in a jar,
pug face snoring porker,
drove llambo to his wellies,
the mountain mutton stalker.

valley commandos camouflage dress,
headband, wellies, wooly string vest,
llambo llewellyn up to the test,
heads for the hills searching his quest.

english may laugh,
and label us sinners,
while we **** sheep,
they eat them for dinners.

way high on brecon beacons,
amid the rain and sleet,
along came a ***** ole collier,
with wellies on his feet.

i said, you ***** ole collier,
my wife is fast asleep,
she's always got an headache,
please help me catch a sheep.

i am a ***** ole collier,
my name is slimy sam,
but you see i'm gay boy,
so lets go catch a ram.

reading the papers,
watching the news,
future is bleak,
to negative views.

lambing in springtime,
fresh flowers in bloom,
wash away worry,
misery and gloom.

look forward not backward,
with hope in your heart,
pave your own pathway,
or stay at the start.

horizons seem bleak,
to miserly souls,
blind to the  lambs,...
and never have goals.