He ain't got his working visa He don't need no thought control Hey Roland leave his strings alone
You've skipped some lines. Perhaps He ain't got his working visa Blagged in through passport control His application's not been processed Customs may still send him home
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this is how it feels to be small
this is how it feels when your club means nothing at all.
(To Inspiral carpet's this is how it feels)
I can't
I can't stand Luzon
Copyright Greenie Junior, unless he took it from someone else
Cheerio,
cheerio,
cheerio.
?
How about, 'you can't work without a permit, work without a permit, work without a permit etc'
Sacked in a fortnight, you're getting sacked in a fortnight!
He ain't got his working visa
He don't need no thought control
Hey Roland leave his strings alone
Luzon, Luzon,
you are up Roland's arse
and you'll never lose your job
you'll never lose your job
Luzon, Luzon
He ain't got his working visa
Blagged in through passport control
His application's not been processed
Customs may still send him home
Du - shat - er - lay
Can't you stay the f*** away.
He's better than Guy
He's better than Guy
Damien Matthew
He's better than Guy
This is how it feels to be mad
This is how it's feels when your club's owned by Roland the Rat
Got no permit
But his missus is fit
Oh Guy Luzon