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t takes a village to raise an idiot - you're one of those guys who takes ten years to figure it all out but never figures out people had moved on five years earlier so you're forever five years behind the curve - speak for yourself you not only a village idiot but an ill mannered one.
mr red Carry on singing songs that might offend , but do not be surprised if parts of an audience do not clap, performance is about creating an empathy with an audience.
another song iwould not sing is that song
Brimstone used to sing about not being fond of portuguese
I fell in love with a fair young maid
Who in Campden did reside
And I was living in Shoreditch,
Which was a one-and-fourpenny ride.
But there was a fly in the ointment,
As you very soon will perceive,
Cos, although I loved her ever so well,
She loved a Portuguese.

One night, I saw them both together,
And I opened me mouth to speak.
But the sight I saw before me
Made me shut me mouth up quick!
For they was both a-sitting there,
They was laughing, and holding hands,
And he was a-seducing of her
With pints of Babycham!

He was a nasty piece of work,
Gonzales was his name.
And there he was, a-dallying with
The honour of my dame.
So, I resolved to kill him,
Though I knew it was a sin,
Cos I didn't like Portuguese in general,
And in particular, I didn't like 'im!

So I followed him to his lodgings,
Which was in Millwall, or thereabouts,
And I followed him up an alleyway,
And I turned him inside-out!
Then I muttered jealous oaths, and things,
And bashed him black and bluer,
Then I lifted up a manhole cover,
And I bunged him down a sewer!

Now when she heard what I had done,
She made me poor life hell,
So just for the sake of peace and quiet,
I done her in, as well!
So now I'm up before the Beak
To answer for me crime.
He said: I don't like what you did first off, my son,
But I'll forgive you the second time!

Now, love and jealousy are dangerous passions,
I should never have intermixed 'em.
I might have been much wiser,
Cos now I'm languishing here in Brixton.
All for the love of a fair young maid
Who in Campden did reside,
Yes, all for the love of a fair young maid
I got thirteen years inside!
"what a pile of shite" IMO