John Humble's signature tune...[video=youtube;hnzHtm1jhL4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=hnzHtm1jhL4[/video]
He suffers with neuralgia Poor old Memphis Badger His patter is so ****e He'll still be back tonight Playing with his little tadger
My name is John Humble, I come from down your way, What can you play.... I play the weirdo...Weir weir weirdo, weirdo weirdo, Weir weir weirdo, weir weir-doh..
you boys have loaded up a hair-trigger, double barrelled ****machinegun, and the barrel's pointing right at your own heads
Are you threatening to tell the truth? "I doubt it!" this song is all about you, http://youtu.be/7mTeBpyEE4I cause Your a liar, a liar a liar, a liar...
Poor John Humble, piss stains on his legs. Snots running down his nose. Teeth like clothes pegs. Playing with his tiny cock. Which is the size of a pea. He's pulled it so much he can hardly see. All alone & naked apart from his hat. He deserves all he gets cos he's a sad ****ing twat.