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Would you buy shares in Northern Rock?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not!
Would you kiss Verne Troyer on his midget’s cock?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not.
Would you call the Krays a pair of cunts?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not!
Would you suck the goodness out a tramp’s Y-Fronts?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not.
But what if I came up to you,
And offered you a million pounds to do,
Something you wouldn’t usually do?
What? Like tread barefoot in dog’s poo?
Yeah…I suppose!
No I wouldn’t, definitely not!
Would you kiss Verne Troyer on his midget’s cock?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not.
Would you call the Krays a pair of cunts?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not!
Would you suck the goodness out a tramp’s Y-Fronts?
No I wouldn’t, definitely not.
But what if I came up to you,
And offered you a million pounds to do,
Something you wouldn’t usually do?
What? Like tread barefoot in dog’s poo?
Yeah…I suppose!
Alright I would,
I fucking would
If you gave me a million pounds,
I’d go on my knees,
And eat cock cheese
If you gave me a million pounds,
Because I’d have a million pounds,
Could you listen to Westlife for more than an hour?
I’m just about…for a million pounds,
Would you let Pat Wicks give you a golden shower?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you fill your pants up with broken glass?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you suck a fart out of John Prescott’s arse?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
I’d cut my cock off with a rusty saw,
Have a pool party with Barrymore,
Eat raw offal from Beadle's claw,
Do Ann Widdecombe bareback and not withdraw!
For a million smackers I’d slice of my knackers,
And sew them back on the other way round,
You know he wouldn’t care if he was spunking out backwards,
Cos he’d have a million pounds,
Yes I’d have a million pounds!
Would you drink a glass of Freddie Mercury’s jizz?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you show Ainsley with your finger where his walnut is?
I’d cut my cock off with a rusty saw,
Have a pool party with Barrymore,
Eat raw offal from Beadle's claw,
Do Ann Widdecombe bareback and not withdraw!
For a million smackers I’d slice of my knackers,
And sew them back on the other way round,
You know he wouldn’t care if he was spunking out backwards,
Cos he’d have a million pounds,
Yes I’d have a million pounds!
Would you drink a glass of Freddie Mercury’s jizz?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you show Ainsley with your finger where his walnut is?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you eat a little pebble of human shit?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you kiss a bag lady on the clit?
Yes I would…for a million pounds.
I’d cover up for Gary Glitter,
Eat a whole tray of cat litter,
Poke some barbed wire up my shitter,
Trust Jimmy Saville as me baby sitter.
You know I would,
I fucking would,
If you gave me a million pounds,
Harold Shipman could have my nan,
If you gave a million pounds,
Because I’d have a million pounds.
Would you eat a little pebble of human shit?
Yes I would…for a million pounds,
Would you kiss a bag lady on the clit?
Yes I would…for a million pounds.
I’d cover up for Gary Glitter,
Eat a whole tray of cat litter,
Poke some barbed wire up my shitter,
Trust Jimmy Saville as me baby sitter.
You know I would,
I fucking would,
If you gave me a million pounds,
Harold Shipman could have my nan,
If you gave a million pounds,
Because I’d have a million pounds.
I’d wed Vanessa Feltz and have her as my spouse,
I’d let my kids sleepover at Michael Jackson’s house,
I’d shit up in the air like a Japanese lady,
I’d take an unprotected bumming off of Paul O’Grady,
I’d drink a glass of period and smell Shane McGowan’s breath,
I’d leggit into an old people’s home dressed up as death,
I’d spend the day picking bits out the hair on Joe Brand’s twat,
I’d be a spunk bucket hostage round Boy George’s flat,
I’d shoot Barack Obama
Share a flat with Jeffrey Dahmer,
I’d shag Shannon Matthew’s mum in her gob then up her bum,
I’d let my kids sleepover at Michael Jackson’s house,
I’d shit up in the air like a Japanese lady,
I’d take an unprotected bumming off of Paul O’Grady,
I’d drink a glass of period and smell Shane McGowan’s breath,
I’d leggit into an old people’s home dressed up as death,
I’d spend the day picking bits out the hair on Joe Brand’s twat,
I’d be a spunk bucket hostage round Boy George’s flat,
I’d shoot Barack Obama
Share a flat with Jeffrey Dahmer,
I’d shag Shannon Matthew’s mum in her gob then up her bum,
I’d change my name to Fred West and start a club up for incest,
I would lick around the holes of Camilla Parker Bowles,
And I would, I fucking would,
If you gave me a million pounds,
Cos I’d have a million pounds,
Yes I’d have a million pounds.
I would lick around the holes of Camilla Parker Bowles,
And I would, I fucking would,
If you gave me a million pounds,
Cos I’d have a million pounds,
Yes I’d have a million pounds.
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