I got it right ,I knew the score
no sugar to eat,no choccy galore
treacle **** gone vamouss,cream cake up the wall
but my health I do keep
I now know the score
Tis strange to be told ..your getting so old
to be given a chance is fine ..let us dance
I call myself lucky ,it could be much worse
i walk and play football and loose bad at golf
I wake up to see ..my son smile back at me
so get a big grip you soft sad old ***
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:41 AM UTC
I got it right ,I knew the score
no sugar to eat,no choccy galore
treacle **** gone vamouss,cream cake up the wall
but my health I do keep
I now know the score
Tis strange to be told ..your getting so old
to be given a chance is fine ..let us dance
I call myself lucky ,it could be much worse
i walk and play football and loose bad at golf
I wake up to see ..my son smile back at me
so get a big grip you soft sad old ***
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