Sick Note
¶ 1
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There’s a knock on Alan Sugar’s office door
Darren Anderton stands outside
Sugar beckons him to step within
This talk must be inside
¶ 2
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‘Tell me Darren, to what do I owe this pleasure
You rarely come and chat
At least, not without your agent
Who’s a money grabbing p..tt’
¶ 3
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‘Well, boss its about money
And Les Ferdinand
I’m supposed to be the highest paid
But its him by about five grand’
¶ 4
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‘My contract says if anyone
Earns more dough than me
I’m to have an increase
That puts me top of the tree’
¶ 5
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Sugar starts to tremble
Anderton sits quite still
Sugar regains his composure
And speaks with a voice so shrill
¶ 6
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‘Darren, my son your having a laugh
Have you seen your medical bills?
The fees we pay to your doctor
Is making me feel ill’
¶ 7
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‘Three games in twelve months
And you want a raise?
Are you taking the piss?
You’d better leave this office
Or you’ll get a Hackney kiss’
¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 peace.
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