
[Verse 1] Billy Bunter, arsehole welded shut, Wonât drop a turd, let alone a quidâwhat a nut! Sucks soup through a straw made of old belly lint, Screams âFUCK OFF, MUZZIES!â while Savileâs face gets a squint. His walletâs got cobwebs, his coins got green mould, Heâd rim a dead badger for a halfpenny gold. Moans like a donkey with piles on its balls, While Gary Glitterâs mug grins down from the walls. [Chorus] Billy Tight-Arse, the cunt with no cash, Pipes clogged with shite and a face like cold rash. Pish-caked kecks flapping like a shit-flag at sea, Flogging his micro-cock to â70s muff-beard TV! [Verse 2] Plumber? Heâs a piss-artist, wrench made of spam, Unblocks your U-bend then shits in your jam. âFifty quid call-out? Nah, love, cough up in fagsâ Iâll fix it with spit and a pair of old rags!â His overalls? A crusty Jackson Pollock of piss, Smells like a trampâs knob dipped in vinegar bliss. Nightly he kneels at the altar of twat, Ugly old gronions with bushes like Matt Busbyâs hat. [Chorus] Billy Tight-Arse, the cunt with no cash, Pipes clogged with shite and a face like cold rash. Pish-caked kecks flapping like a shit-flag at sea, Flogging his micro-cock to â70s muff-beard TV! [Bridge] Midnight wank-fest, crusty sock on the floor, Pages stuck together like a glue-sniffing whore. âOi, Bertha from Barnsley, open them thighsâ Show us the hedge where the badger fuckinâ dies!â Spunks in his tea, stirs it with glee, âProtein, innit? Saves on the grocery!â [Verse 3] Pub tries a collection for soap and a scrub, He nicks the fiver, buys a kebab from the hub. Grease down his chin, mixed with yesterdayâs jizz, âWaste not, want notârecycle the spizz!â His arseholeâs so tight it squeaks when he farts, A penny rolls outâbuys himself three more tarts. [Final Chorus â Belt it like a drunk] BILLY TIGHT-ARSE, THE KING OF THE SKINT! SHITE ON HIS DICK AND A SAVILE MINT! PISS-STAINED Y-FRONTS, HAIRY CUNT DREAMS SO VILE, WANKED HIS LAST BELL-END OFF TO PAEDO SMILE! [Outro â Spoken over dying accordion] When he finally croaks, rigor mortis in his fist, Still clutching a coin and a photo of Glitterâs wrist. Bury the bastard in a matchbox, no fussâ Even the worms say, âFuck that, heâs too tight for us!â
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