MY FRIEND VIC WAS SUCH A DIME
HIS TEETH ALWAYS GREEN AND COVERED IN SLIME
HIS HAIR SO RED AND FIERY TOO
LIKE HIS TEMPER' CHILI IN A STEW
SO WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM
HIS NAN AND MUM
COULD HAVE GROWN UP TO BE A BUM
BUT KNOWING GINGE THE WAY I DID THEN
A LAUGH EVERY MINUTE OF EVERYDAY
COULD'NT POSSIBLY BE ANY OTHER WAY.
YES MY FRIEND VIC WAS MY VERY GOOD FRIEND
IT WAS SUCH A SHAME IT HAD TO END
Friday, 23 September 2011
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