Like, sooooo ….
¶ 1
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It was like, soooooo cooool
There were all these men, running around in shorts
Fit and handsome, dashing & dapper
I never realised, yar, there could be so much fun
away from the tennis courts
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And it was like, soooooo utterly butterly bitter
This feud thing, that was going on between two in particular
Squaring up, while all around, in the um, ummmmm, The Oval, wasn’t it?
Watched on, with baited breath, it was like, sooooo primal, yar!
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Almost Gladiatorial, in fact
And like, one of them could soooooo nearly pass as Russell Crowe
And the blood thirsty crowd must have agreed with me, often shouting ‘good pass’
I’m sooooo like nearly there, with the terminology, you know
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But that spiffing hunk, rather spoilt the image in a post match interview
I couldn’t understand a word he said, he sounded like, soooooo foreign
Some crazy, lilting dialect
Probably something to do, with the land of sporran?
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