>>8111931On the bolshy bastards bumbled,
Griped and grimaced, groaned and grumbled,
The foookin football they had fumbled
And yet they weren't a wee bit humbled.
But their wretched, rotten ruse we'd rumbled,
They slipped and skidded, slid and stumbled,
Their sandy castles cracked and crumbled
And straight to hell the tossers tumbled.
