Best sung loudly to the tune of ‘Clementine’
There’s a w****r, in a tanker
See him driving like a prat
Through the village, like a pillock
And he wears a silly hat
If I catch him, I will smack him
For he scratched my bloody car
I will shout him, and I’ll clout him
Send him crying to his ma.
Mister w****r, take your tanker
Never come this way again
Or we’ll grab you, make you blab you
Great big hairy stupid pain
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