Put my house up on zoopla… But neighbours killed my hoopla… And when I saw their flagpole… It put me off my spag-bol!… These fruits of outdoor kasis… Have joined local bourgoisies… And now turned lavish tippers… Of bin men, and fly tippers…
Roland was a bit down Since his mum asked for a sit down And confessed the man she married Was not him whose child she’d carried And that his real dad was farm-hand Who went by the name of “Armand” And this news was not the greatest He went and got a DNA test