Are you happy now? roar and ball to your hearts content in here
No. My muse is gone. I’ve run out of opium. And hookers.
First verse and chorus will do
I’ve been fucked out of a thread
By a fat accountant and a roaster
It’s lunchtime and I’m starving
I’m off to use the toaster
Flatty give us a few bars of Dirty Old Town. I hear you sing that one lovely you Manc fuck.
It’s about Salford. I don’t live in Salford. Manyoo live in Salford.
The song has a point.
Salford is absolute shithole.
I’m gonna maaaake
Me a big sharp axe.
Shining steeeeeeel
Tempered in the fire.
And cut you down
Like an oul dead tree.
Dirty oul town,
Dirty oul town.
Now you’ve made me tearful.