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Ten to two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars,
Fit crack on the lake, but her mate's got a flabby arse, let's hit the bar,
Where's the fucking pub?
Where's the fucking ale?
We don't want to queue for the mono-fucking-rail
Where's the fucking crack?
They're middle-aged mums, with big flabby bums.
The black hole
queue's past the entrance gate,
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