Like his mother's milky tit:
'Hey Kelly, Hey Kelly!
How's your daughter, Kelly?
Knocked up again, Kelly?'
They'll all know soon enough.
They'll all find a yellow haired Mary
And dream big busting dreams
And build penny by penny,
Scrap by scrap,
Till all of a sudden it's forty years later
And chances don't come to broken old men
With bitches for grandchildren
And sluts for their own kids.
Let them laugh.
They'll all be stamping
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