Who’s Next? Shan’t Tell !
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we know what’s coming don’t we
it’s written in the stars
as long as they breathe Britsh air
who cares if they’re from Mars
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’cause that’s where most blokes come from
according to the missus
they need no training skills at all
nor how to rhyme like this is
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we care not for experience
just British as our tea
and if they’ve managed to get up
that’s good enough for me
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that Tara Palmer Tomkinson
before she wastes away
would work so well with that Chantelle
they’d keep the press at bay
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yes what we need’s celebrity
affairs intrigue and treason
emotion passion leave it out
at least until next season
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an outside bet on Gazza
how British can you get
Nick Hancock’s humour’s just not right
Frank Skinner’s got my bet
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