ramblings and things

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I'm a new style hell's angel
I hate motor bykes
I tear up the town on my new
Souped up electric trike
Burning up the pavements
Finding litter bins
Ands when no ones looking
Putting rubbish in
I don't wear dirty leather
It's so bad for my skin
And I always smear the best
Aftershave on my chin
And I don't go with women
That just aint my way
For to tell the truth
This angel's very gay
I guess I'm just a rebel
Way ahead of the rest
But for a retiring chap
I think my way's the best
I'll never lead the pack
Never wear the full kit
But I can do their mending
And show them how to knit

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