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Village Idiot Lyrics

Its thirty foot long and it stinks of p***,
Sores and scabs all over it,
Its rude, its wrinkled, its veins are blue,
Its the Thursday morning pension queue.
f*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped,
Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and s***ks.

Senile r*****s out for a drive,
You're stuck behind a Lada for miles,
They drool, they dribble, they cough, they wheeze,
They make you queue for hours at Sainsbury's.
f*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped,
Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and s***ks.

Hobbling, wobbling, doddering, s*****ring, stammering, staggering fools,
Dunces, dullards, demented dimwits, imbeciles, buffoons,
Shuffling halfwits interbred, simpletons with mis-shaped heads,
Rotting fossils, decomposing, Ninnies with no teeth,
Wronglybuilts, grinning, gurning, incontinents and freaks.
f*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped,
Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and s***ks,
f*** off down the post office, if you're handicapped,
Village idiot competition for mutants, geeks and s***ks.

©1993 The Macc Lads

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Alehouse Rock (1994)