Oh when I'm older, I'll hear this moment and I'll laugh, hahaha
I've rallied, rucked over and rabble roused, have I not?
I've given lung, tongue and sung, have I not?
I've meant what I've said and I've slept in soiled bed, have I not?
With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? Have I not?
But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with
Fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough. Show I'm not soppy and stuff
Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
But now dunno how that could possibly have been
I've shorn and I've sheened and I've Brylcreemed, have I not?
I've brawn and I've brain and of both I've shame, have I not?
Though I've had them straddle me wantingly, have I not?
And I've length of loinly manliness, modest it is not? It is not!
But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with
Fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough. Show I'm not soppy and stuff
Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
But now dunno how that could possibly have been
With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship
We bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it
I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches
This is my heart's hub, the hot, wild, full of gold. The club of the fathomless love
I spit and have spats to be tough, show I'm not soppy and stuff
I've rallied, rucked over and rabble roused, have I not?
I've given lung, tongue and sung, have I not?
I've meant what I've said and I've slept in soiled bed, have I not?
With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? Have I not?
But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with
Fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough. Show I'm not soppy and stuff
Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
But now dunno how that could possibly have been
I've shorn and I've sheened and I've Brylcreemed, have I not?
I've brawn and I've brain and of both I've shame, have I not?
Though I've had them straddle me wantingly, have I not?
And I've length of loinly manliness, modest it is not? It is not!
But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with
Fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough. Show I'm not soppy and stuff
Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
But now dunno how that could possibly have been
With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship
We bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it
I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches
This is my heart's hub, the hot, wild, full of gold. The club of the fathomless love
I spit and have spats to be tough, show I'm not soppy and stuff
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