for fucksaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake

for fucksaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake is a man
he lived on a hill
well, not really
he did live
but not on a hill
he loved fishing
he was forever hopping on his bike
well, not his bike
it was the bike of his ex boss
then it was the death ship
otherwise known as the masturbike
finally, he went off to the second hand shop
and found one
that WAS NOT a girls bike
he always was on the look out for a little pump
he sits on the piiiiiiiiiiiiiya
apparently catching things
or not really, depending on your point of view
he would puff on his chuff
and whittle away at his english book
he lives with a lady of the most spectacular smile
and a very big voice when roused
they put on quite the show
glad it wasnae me in the hot pot shot
he had a job as a painnnnnnnnnnta
but got shot of that to be a pizzaiolo
with too much time with nowt to do
but watch films, films and piu films!
it then become the hour of the pizzaiolo
but alas!
the scumbags changed the rules
changed the job
changed the location
changed the hours
bastardi!
the crazy neighbour did hate him with a passion
she did bang on the wall
and carry on and lament
for fucksaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake didnae care too much
he sent her to go and do in a culo
until one day
she came to tantrum on his door
and he cried
for fucksaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake!