Come On You 'Ull By Mike Watts

Statistics claim my city sucks And in 'Crap Towns' and other books They say - poverty and slum have tied the knot And we're all wild on drink and pot, And teenage girls with STD's Push their buggies in two's and three's, Past feral gangs tooled-up and hooded Prowling streets not long since flooded, Where everything's robbed and set alight And screaming sirens every night, Arrive too late, or just in time To GBH and other crime - Well hang about - you expert geeks It's not just our shit that reeks, We're no better, we're no worse And any place can pinch your purse, And I bet even your leafy village Has seen unemployment, rape and pillage. So next time you take the piss Please - give Hull a miss, Think twice before you have a go - 'Or we'll burgle yer an' brek yer jaw.'

Copyright Mike Watts 2008

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