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The Boy From Man United
(Original song: The Girl From Ipanema by Astred Gilberto)
SINGER:
Lean and mean and acting tougher
The boy from Man United gets rougher
And when Keane see you, he’ll really do you and say
KEANE:
Ya gob shite, ya fooker, ya bastard and I’m gonna get yous ya useless piece of excrement……..
SINGER:
Every game played is a battle
Looks for blood and wedding tackle
And if Keane sees you, he’ll vivisect you and say
KEANE:
I’ll tear ya bollocks out one by one, cut them into tiny pieces, fry them over your torched house and have them for breakfast ya fookin’ uselss, no good piece of dog vomit……
SINGER:
Looks just like trouble Roy's wound up
And we know how it will end up
Yes, I would bet on a punch up
Cause when he’s got that look in his eye
You can kiss your arsehole goodbye
Rash and brash I’m willing to betcha
The boy called Keane is Hannibal Lecter
He’ll open wide and subdivide you and say
KEANE:
Are yous talkin’ to me ya piece of bastard fookin’ bag of shite? Ya got me all wrong because I’m sensitive me and I’m gonna petrol bomb your fookin’ house if you don’t get your fookin’ hands off me!
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