OK her goes, once this lots laid down, those who wish to crucify me please do so after march as I am seeing a few gigs then, even better if you could wait until after the Croredy festival in August.

Verse 1. There once was lad called Aladdin who had a magic lamp
He got it of a matelot who was fathoms up a tramp
He got it off a Matelot to see what he could get
Well he rubbed and he rubbed and he rubbed and he rubbed
And he ain't got F@*k all yet.

Verse 2. The Sultan said to Aladdin, "My palace you will paint"
Aladdin like a big OD said, "No I f@%$#£g ain't"
He went down to the paint store and drew some black enamel
And he stuffed it up the A%$£&*@e of the Sultan's favorite camel