He's an East Durham lad marra, and has never had a Geordie bone in his body...Unless deluded's been in there like..
The carols are drying up, so how about nursery rhymes? Here's a stab: Wee Albert's Fish Shop runs through the Toon. Upstairs, downstairs, in his nightgoon. Knocking at the window, Crying through the door. Gimme rep, ya bastards! I'm the biggest whore!!
Rep me up before you gogo I'm not planning on repping solo Rep me up before you gogo now I'll keep on repping tonight
Albert Reptoe, went to sea Whopper rep-cock, down to knee When he's back, he's repping me (zoinks!) Little Albert Reptoe!
To the tune of good king Wenceslas... Sid the Mackem last looked out Of his caravan window Stupid bastard he fell out Right on a red hot cinder Brightly shone his arse that night What dopey foooool Off he went to the stadium of light Feeling quite the tooool.
"Take it up my ring Take it up my ring I think that's funny, right? So that's what I sing. Ain't got no wit, Ain't got no wit, Ber I know I'm funny right? ´S why I talk such s++t. See my verse it's working See my verse it's working I take my sock and go to bed and Into it I'm jerking. Not a new thought in my head Not a new thought in my head When they ask me on what I'm banking In that ole sock they catch me , er, ....
There was a Skunk called Tash Who has never been out with a lass He pervs over girls who are young He takes anal sex from the well hung But still has that worrying rash
There was a Skunk from Jarra Who tried to have sex with a sparra The sparra said no You can't have a go Even with your little dick I'm too narra