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Elton's John
Guest
Twat Hectorr's widely known:
A most immodest arsehole
And a sad, sad soul
Whom we all disown.
But don't forget rebukes
That make us puke
And the girls he made to cry.
As we looked and saw
In the chatroom "Aw"
We said: "Good God, smother him, someone..."
He writes all the time
He thinks it's sublime
But he's just being sad again.
He writes all the time
But it is just dull, not sublime
It makes us feel sad again.
But don't forget insults
That made girls cry
From the twat who has no life.
He's feeling bolder now
And such a clever swine
But he's got nobody who'll ever stand by him.
He's always had such an empty life,
Never will be filled.
He's always had such
An empty life
How can it be filled?
He's nasty of course
And one of life's bores.
In the corner of his room
Can you see him?
Whilst he is mocking and sneering
He's no time for living.
See this prick in your head
Don't think of him kindly.
A most immodest arsehole
And a sad, sad soul
Whom we all disown.
But don't forget rebukes
That make us puke
And the girls he made to cry.
As we looked and saw
In the chatroom "Aw"
We said: "Good God, smother him, someone..."
He writes all the time
He thinks it's sublime
But he's just being sad again.
He writes all the time
But it is just dull, not sublime
It makes us feel sad again.
But don't forget insults
That made girls cry
From the twat who has no life.
He's feeling bolder now
And such a clever swine
But he's got nobody who'll ever stand by him.
He's always had such an empty life,
Never will be filled.
He's always had such
An empty life
How can it be filled?
He's nasty of course
And one of life's bores.
In the corner of his room
Can you see him?
Whilst he is mocking and sneering
He's no time for living.
See this prick in your head
Don't think of him kindly.