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It's not just that accent, it is the lyrics:
"Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I?m a law abider
There?s nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce ?em round like bunnies
I?m likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain?t no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I?ll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I?m gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight"
This shit is good, poetry . . .
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