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Lives on the balcony below
Likes a bet – steamed in heavily on Brazil
Screams eminating from her flat
When them Brazilians pulled one back
Akin to a baboon riding a pneumatic drill.
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‘Tweren’t till full-time whistle went
Her old man, found she’d blown the rent
On Brazil to beat Belgie, three goals to one
Angrily packed a case
Stuck a cancer stick in his face
Grabbed his twirls, then sped off to break bread with his mum.*
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“Ah…Hen”, she implored her son,
“OMG what have I done?
Yer father’s packed a case, an roared off in his car
This is the bleating fault of them Brazilians
If they’d won, I’d be sat here counting out me winnings
I forgot to check…did whatisname score their goal for them son?”, “Nae ma”.