though you were an annoying shit,
Your feet stank like a sewer,
But you were my only mate.
with barely 20 people listening,
Gone now but not forgotten,
Now the Chip shops had to close.
And it seems to me you lived your life
chatting Loads and loads of shit,
only stopping every now and then,
Your farts where legendary,
Randle fucked off long before,
You always used to watch,
Richard Osman’s House of Games,
Every night you played along,
and you always fucking lost.
The Council binned your clothing,
Judith nicked all of your valuables,
And your Mums not that arsed,
That you’ve sank without a trace.
And it seems to me you lived your life,
chatting loads and loads of shit,
only stopping every now and then,
Your farts where legendary,
Randle fucked off long before,
You once dropped your guts so loud,
it rattled people’s windows,
I reported your sudden disappearance,
To the appropriate authorities,
But they just laughed and laughed.
And it seems to me you lived your life,
chatting loads and loads of shit,
only stopping every now and then,
Your farts where legendary,
Randle fucked off long before,
Randle fucked off long before