Here comes the star of the show, but he¡¯s got piss on his clothes - still he¡¯s the man with all the front. Ladies and gentlemen, let¡¯s have your warmest welcome for the world¡¯s biggest little cunt.
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There¡¯s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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Little comedian, flat on my face again; and no one¡¯s laughing, little comedian.
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Knock knock, I wonder who¡¯s that? Knocking everyone¡¯s drinks back and treading shit into the rug. It¡¯s the boy with the poison inside. The funny-man with the weak little spine, still he¡¯s his mother¡¯s favourite thug.
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There¡¯s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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8am, last nights dawning. I feel the bathroom calling, with my 3 minute sickness warning.
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Head hung over the basin, memories of last night racing, to the mirror with sick face in
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There¡¯s no curtain call, no screaming applause.
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Little Comedian
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