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There’s a fat bumbling idiot, somewhere out there,
He really sucked you in, so that he could be mayor,
Cycling around, without a care in the world,
Resembling a giant, blonde headed turd.

Pompey’s bankrupt, a deadbeat city,
The Scousers were all wallowing in, their own self pity,
Mourning Hillsborough- an unattractive psyche,
But send the Navy Seals, when they nick my fucking bike!

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Oi!! Boris Johnson, you fat bumbling prick,
Up yer ronson! - You rich, Tory dick,
Acting the clown, pulling funny faces,
You’re a right wing wanker and a fucking racist!

After Stephen Lawrence, came the McPherson report,
Outlining all the racism, within the British police force,
Which bumbling Boris Johnson, accused of hysteria?
Claiming anti – racist laws, were like Ceausescu’s Romania!

“Orgies of cannibals!” that’s Papa New Guinea,
Commonwealth full of, flag waving - piccaninnies,
With “watermelon” smiles, they’ll greet the big white chief,
Your colonial bile, keeps on giving us grief.

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Like every other Tory, Scotland’s your No.1 hate!
Step across the border and you’ll be Boris the late,
There should be no free care, for our old,
No Uni education, - subsidies we are told!

So the next time you see Boris, down your street,
Punch him in the face, then boot him in the teeth,
Kick this fucking relic, from his fantasy world,
By chopping off his head, with a REPUBLICAN sword!

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