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Crikey, Mr. Bikey, did you snap in the heat?
A dedicated medic, you despatched from his feet.
Red-carded and regarded as a bit of a buffoon,
Crikey, Mr. Bikey, you let down Cameroon.
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What madness caused this badness ‘neath the tropical sun?
Ghana, no banana skin, you had the game won.
Clock ticking, they were kicking, but now you will rue it.
Crikey, Mr. Bikey, tell me why did you do it?