Murky Buckets (or Herr Flick)
¶ 1
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action : hair flick
and zen it clicked
I wuz not ‘appy
I felt more dumped upon
zan ma cherie’s nappy
¶ 2
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‘ow could zey not see
zat I live and breathe
le football
zat ma joie de vivre
is ven I weave
in and out
between defenders so stout
zat I play le game
in a sartorial manner
zat all ze cut and dash
means so much more to me zan cash
¶ 3
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some call me too flash
but what would zey know?
zeir wooden heads
cannot comprehend
zat when zey call me lumpy
ma mood turns to grumpy
¶ 4
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allez
(or I’ll head to Calais)
l’apologie, toute suite
or ma dancing feet
so fleet of foot
will waltz away
and wiz a shrug
I’ll say au revoir, to Deadly Doug
and ee’s minions
wiz zeir sizeist opinions
ja mein herrs!
I give zem gyp
as zey flick, non, ‘ow you say, crack ze whip
not caring for my lip
zey tell me “zip it”
“you’re no whippet”
¶ 5
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mais, j’aime pas, le shame
associated wiz ma name
‘big fat and round’
zey call me
yet still can I astound
as all fall before me
twisted and turned
non-plussed by ma shimmy
charmed, by snake-hips, in ma ‘umble opinion,
so adorably skinny
¶ 6
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s’il vous plaît – love me, mes amis
forget ze hair
admire le flair
à gagner, Mrs Blair
l’aggrandisement
and why? becoze I’m wurth eet!
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