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| The Ballad of Gorgeous George, (2015) |
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| Meet my friend George Galloway, He worships Ayatollahs He genuflects to Ba'athists And he LOVEs the Hezbollollahs. He entertains his Islamists in a purple leotard, He's not much good at pussy But he licks cream good and hard. OH Galloway's coming to London, He wants to be the mayor, Anjem's lot'll love him up But he doesn't stand a prayer. When we've thrown him out London, He's off to Liverpool, He's buggerd off from Bradford, No one wants him, bloody fool. |
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| How the Prophet was driven to drink (2015) |
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| And it came to pass In the land of the Assyrians and Babylonians That a vile scourge of Ba'athists, Islamists and Barbarians Did invade and ransack the ancient places. Bloody was the conquest. And though the fields were fed with the people's blood Yet did they yield forth nothing But more food for vultures. And even the mighty seas were in tumult Devouring small boats Spewing forth corpses Leaving terror in the hearts of those that reached land. Verily the prophet did rage at the carnage Crying out in despair: "You bastards!" He thundered. "Goddam! Don't you gettit, you arseholes? It's fiction! I lied about gays, about Jews, and addiction. I don't care who you love, how you worship, or feast. Eat and drink! Wine or cider! But for fuck's sake, live in peace!" |
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| Cider Party for the Corbynati, (2015) |
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Jeremy Corbyn Likes it cosy His beard and bonnet A little bit posy? Perhaps his glasses are tinted rosy, His politics are Crap. He's a great admirer of Hamas Khaled Meshal is his friend. In bed with Hezbollah Sir Hasan Nasrullah Doth ram-rod his glistening rear end. So watch it if you're arty And offend the Shariati Or blaspheme the Cornbynati You'll feel the force of their knee-cap And mind if Corbyn wins the day If you're a Jew, or if you're gay Because jihadis want their pay And he's a squirming in their lap. So soddit let's just have a party Proper Bacchanaliati Lest Cobyn's sychophantiati Turn off our cider tap! |
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| Stop The War, jug, (2015) |
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| Stop the War! Protest in a tweet, Kiss Assad's arse, Prostrate at Putin's feet. Salute the Ayatollahs, Appease the Caliphate, It's Israel and America We all love to hate. |
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| John McDonnell's Farm, jug, (2015) |
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| John McDonell had a farm, Eee Aye Eee Aye Oh. And on the farm he planted cash, but it wouldn't grow. With a deficit here And a printer there And quantitive easing everywhere, With normal times here And special times there Borrowing and spending and selling off shares, With Osbornes here And Camerons there, And Tory porkers hogging the air, With campaigns here And protests there and Corbyistas tearing their hair, Poor Jonny 'Donnell's printer jammed. His farm just had to go. |
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| Calipahte Seaside jug, (2015) |
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We are all
Stop-Start a War HamaHezbolicious! Come and join us at the seaside In Islamocalificious! We think you'll find the food out here
is really quite delcious
The weather, beach and swimming, dear,
is always beneficious.
Bit it's beheading infidels, my dear, The rape, and crucificious, That's what makes the Caliphate, the Best Vacationicious. |
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