A wish a had a jackpot winnin ticket,
A wish a had a boat moored on the Tyne.
A wish a had a nose so’s a could pick it,
Not stuck with this monstrosity that’s mine
A wish that a could keep a gorlfriend langa
Than summa cowlds a had when a was young.
But that’s not me, aal elways drop a clanga
Add scream and shoot but fear add borst a lung.
A really shouldn’t stress av got me freedom
A divvent taak ta folk a divvent na
But howldin hands is summit a believe in
Add even Dee it wi a smelly gwar
Ah fuck, I really wanted to soond clivver
And write a poem that everyone could read
A guess am not a bloke who can deliver
A hate being nice, I wish that y’all was deed.
