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he lives all alone at the top of the stairs
a fool on a hill but the hippy wears flares
but passing to grassing i was on my way
a neighbourly need dib dib dob for the day
as knock knock then tick tock as footsteps afar
a face and the eyes from a door half ajar
but no friendly cup of tea custard cream inviting
on the dole in so dingy a hole perhaps he,s all a writing
and acts as though excalibabe has seen the dark as knight
he rode the toad so in the road it wasn, such a sight
and act,s reacts well it,s a knockout personal of wealth
he only says "me too me too . . . a parker so myself"
backing for sacking somehow all lacking cackling all the way
grinning for grinning the dark knights a sinning
but punk go ahead it,s my day
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but walking down the streets at night
a turn around a smeagly sight
and is that a "chicky" there before me
on the corner lamp of light
cause batman and robin it,s time to get nobbibg
a case of it,s sofa so good
or think of the cred and and when everythings said
the laughter of "boyz from the hood"
and "hard times in these rhymes" the smeagly of all chimes
it,s "charlie" a vieled as invite
it,s one for the road but a hole in a toad
as the corner leads off to the right
as away so she gave but it,s easy to slaved
but the girl so did once wear a cape
like a damsel distress from the fanged ones caress
and it seemed like a lucky escape |
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