Poor Dovers
its a tough town where a ******
has a Rolls and wears Gucci and Fiarucci
and Dovers and mates are shoplifting aftershaves
brothers our lives are hard and where is our birthright
why do we suffer when darkies are smiling and drinking champagne
never mind momentum are on their way to wreck havoc and chaos
we'll paint the town red and make their lives hell for we own the land
No ****** ain't gonna live better than us, we and the devil will see to this
we will ru around like mad dogs
we will lie through out front teeth and then some more
we will hound and harass and bring down the fires of hell
we are Dovers and our empty fragile egos
cannot bear this
the rich Jews have monopolized the economy
the clever Asains are everywhere now even in charge of our Finances
the Blacks are making millions in football and Sports
and now this Darky thinks he's Royalty
No, no, no we can't take this suffering anymore
we are reduced to stealing to get by
we can't take this humiliation anymore
Arise comrades the revolution is here