Turning Lloyd

See the dawn of time leeching tissue from my brain
Andrex no less
Cheers big cock, let me have a suck and a fuck
Oh no what can the matter be
The hatter ran off with the hair and the mouse burst into tears
Dumb sucker and fucker
Love him or leave him but you cannot ignore him
Who?
How the hell should I know
Well Rupert, I heard Sir Humphrey say he had been in Cedrics pants
What do you think?
Lucky bleeder is what I would reply thought Rupert
But in today’s society if I want to protect my career and my family
I better keep my homosexuality a secret
Bloody poofters, all should be shot
Wheres a good blokes pissup where we can drink fifteen pints of
Joseph’s finest brew, say how many women we shagged last week,
Have a hot vindaloo
And throw the lot up before hitting the sack.
That’s my kind of action
Oh Rupert I never knew you were such a mans man
Let me come with you and hold you cock, I mean coat
Freudian slip but I would like to shove it in my mouth and bite ever so gently
Lovely
Did you see that awful queer on telly last night
Lovey this and lovey that
Don't you hate those affectatious theatre bastards
Get right up my fucking nose
Arse bandits the lot of the fuckers
Wheres the John Waynes of today to act as role models for the kids
How we miss the Duke and Jimmy Cagney
Now there were people the youth of today could have as heroes
Who have they today
Just a bunch of drug fucked up hippy arse shaggers.
No wonder they all turn out like they do
Worthless pieces of shit.
Lloyd George would turn in his grave
What if you dug him up, opened his coffin and turned him over
Yes, then too