Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
103. My Clogs
Hello,
Is it me your looking for?
The Iranian Clog Dancer
Tapping on your floor....
Windows are sound
But they are not quite
As round
As my clogs....
And that northern ponce
Who thinks He's Lord Alfonse
Will never tear me away
From my clogs (My Clogs)
Wooooah from my clogs (My Clogs)
Not from my Clogs....
You should learn
Immediately, and truley
Of the real meaning of
BOGOF
BOGOF will never be
All the sales you'll see
Like you do
With My clogs (My clogs)
Whooooah My clogs (My clogs).
Dilligaf is the new one to learn,
So promote it to age concern,
For your perma-Tanned Boss
Will never ever feel the passion......
Of My Clogs...
My Iranian Musical Wooden Clogs (Not PVC)
My Clogs (I like to rest my feet)
Wooden-tapping bespoke fine clogs (Fine Clogs)
I don't worship your god...
When I'll always have my clogs.....
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