Matt  by Preacher John 18/5/99

He's hairy and he's lairy
An' ocassionally sweary
He's tanked up and he's boozy
He'd prob'ly be a floozy (given half a chance)
He stole his facial hair from Lemmy
an' his trousers too
His culture it is high
But only in the summer when it's hot and dry

Caveat:
Never trust a man in leather trousers or a woman with a small yappy dog.

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