Bought a ticket,
Paid my fare;
A bloody great time
when I get there!
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Bought a bottle,
got a room,
Bought a girl,
got it up...
Yeah, a bloody great
time but the girl
ain't no whore;
She's a fuckin' cop's
daughter!
And now her crazy Latin
father's
out to bust my
balls!
Gotta run,
run, run; gotta hide!
My visa's been cancelled,
my life's on the line;
I thought I'd have fun
But now I'm gonna die!
Assorted verse, analyses, opinions and instructions on how to improve the Multiverse.
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