Genesis
If you're a little four-eyed git,
You find you have to pay for it.
The nasty bigger boys will come.
To smash your specs and kick your bum,
They'll take your guinea-pig and boil it
And push your head right down the toilet.
But then, when you are feeling bad,
They tuck you up, your mum and dad.
Your life's a miserable place.
You're fat. You've got an ugly face.
Your spots are bad.Your breath is rank
And everybody knows you wank.
You've got no friends. Your future's bleak.
You haven't shat for half a week.
But then, when you are feeling sad,
They buck you up, your mum and dad.
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