There was a young stud called Accy,
Who was addicted to smoking the baccy,
He'd roll up a smoke,
And then have a good toke,
And he'd give give the dog ends to his lackey.
There was a young lass named Reynard,
Who's outlook on life was quite hard,
She'd stay out all night,
Drink beer and start fights,
Then eat a kebab cooked in lard.
There was a young lass named Reynard,
Who's outlook on life was quite hard,
She'd stay out all night,
Drink beer and start fights,
Then eat a kebab cooked in lard.
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