A) that werent my kid she was carrying B) she hit me first And C) she was a ****IN' HOOA SKANK Ralph Cifaretto, The Sopranos
Luvs a **** But its not his fault His wife wears the trousers And puts the salt where she wants Some fella 2023
They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why don't they all just clear off Why won't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell
"Glad To Be Gay" The British Police are the best in the world I don't believe one of these stories I've heard 'Bout them raiding our pubs for no reason at all Lining the customers up by the wall Picking out people and knocking them down Resisting arrest as they're kicked on the ground Searching their houses and calling them queer I don't believe that sort of thing happens here Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way, hey Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Pictures of naked young women are fun In Titbits and Playboy, page three of The Sun There's no nudes in Gay News, our one magazine But they still found excuses to call it obscene Read how disgusting we are in the press The Telegraph people and Sunday Express Molesters of children, corruptors of youth It's there in the paper, it must be the truth Try and sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way, hey Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Don't try to kid us that if you're discreet You're perfectly safe as you walk down the street You don't have to mince or make bitchy remarks To get beaten unconscious and left in the dark I had a friend who was gentle and short He was lonely one evening, he went for a walk Queerbashers caught him and kicked in his teeth He was only hospitalized for a week And he still bears the scars Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way, hey Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way So sit back and watch as they close all our clubs Arrest us for meeting and raid all our pubs Make sure your boyfriend's at least twenty-one So only your friends and your brothers get done Lie to your workmates, lie to your folks Put down the queens and tell anti-queer jokes Gay lib's ridiculous, join their laughter "The buggers are legal now, what more are they after" Tell them Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way, hey Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way, hey Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy this way
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course Had a fight with Snow White, she was ****in her dwarfs Saw a fight over colors, too Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Ice Cube Gangsters fairytales
Gooners are bellends and HIAG’s in heaven Spurly’s smoking ganja like a Rastafarian Fosse always bigging up the Lesta youth But realistically they’re ****, that’s the truth Luv starts a poetry thread that we’re all dreading Whilst Bluey keeps on correcting Sucky’s poor spelling Utd keep up their chase for Barca’s Frenkie de Jong But he don’t wanna join Maguire, the 80 mil mong This poem’s going on now and reaching the end So finish with a fact, Dier Hard’s a ****ing legend.
