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Oct 26
You tell your boss to
Swivel *****!
I will tell mine
To stick my job up his ****
We could even synchronise it
Record it
Editise it
Turn that *******
Into art
You can sell your mothers house
And I can sell my grandmas flat
Cash in all pensions and ****
And that will be the end of that.
Then move to Bolivia
I hear they make
Excellent crack.
A love song I never got to sing
Written by
Jimmy silker
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       Imran Islam, ---, badwords, jonathan, Jason and 6 others
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