By Christ it’s hot
Takes the strength that I’ve got
To sit down on my bottom and eat
Had a Chinese today
As I faded away
Cuz last night I was washed off me feet
Now the weather is dire
And my balls feel on fire
Like I’ve scorched off me old a scrotal sac
But it’s never a drama
And as I call it Karma
Cuz tomorrow I’ll fly the fuck back
When circumstance changes
And flights rearrange
All their documents needed to board
I can ask Hanna’s mother
Cuz there is no other
That I trust when I’m travelling abroad.

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