You little Chav!
¶ 1
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What kind of monster uses a golf club on a fellow pro
Blame the drink and nervously wipe your brow
¶ 2
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When will Bellamy the buffoon come to his sense?
If he’s kicked out of Anfield, he’ll be permanently on the fence
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With the Gillete and Hicks revolution getting ready to load
For some this may very well be the end of the road.
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