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Jeez, Joe. Stop it.
You're a clown and like most clowns you're bereft of humour.

A blast form the past sez I..........

Two chislers dat did doyed go round de outside, round de outside
Guess who's back, back again
Duffy's back, tell a friend
Guess who's fat?
Guess who's fat?
Guess who's fat?
Guess who's fat?
Guess who's fat?
Guess who's fat?
I've created a monster, 'cause nobody wants to
Hear Marion no mo they want Duffy de care giver
well if you want Duffy, this is what I'll give ya
a ****load of fees mixed with some strong vigour
some coddle that'll clog your heart quicker than an
ad break or a bad line when you dare to question
The Court of Duffy when it’s in session
You waited this long now stop debating

'cause I'm back, I'm on the job, pontificating
I know that you got a job Ms. Hickey but your husband's unwellness is complicating
So de RTE just let me be, all in return for me crazy fees
I get me degree from TCD, and me favorite ting is misery

Now dis looks like a job for me, especially as I’ve no dignity
Make sure to pay your licence fee
‘cos a big part of it goes ta me

Now don’t youz try ta put me ta de test,
I’ll have me best mate Brindin on as a guest,
If you don’t like his jokes den you're just a snob,
He says tits, bollox, arse, willy and knob,

Me show is vast, but it’s a safe bet
I’ll cover misery, disease, suicide and death,
Wen de summer comes I spend me days on de beach
I just settled all my lawsuits, **** you Leech!

Now dis looks like a job for me, especially as I’ve no dignity
I’ll exploit your tale of misery
I‘ll do anyting once I get me fee


Little chislers dat woz feelin’ rebellious
I wrote dare buke for fees now don’t be jealous
Like all Fianna Failers I’m a ****in’ chancer
Me next buke’ll be about kids wit cancer

A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with
anybody who's talking dis ****, dat ****.
Seamus Treanor you can get your ass kicked
worse dan dem little Ire-Riggy bastards,
O’Curry you can get stomped by Yewy,
he’ll bate your fat head black and bluey


You don't know me, you're too old let go it's over,

nobody listens to Gaybo
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
Like dat little runt Darcy wood fit into a thimble

But to the general public it just seems,
day all tink I protect the weak
I couldn’t give a toss, so to speak
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since dat prlck Bertie,
to screw de country so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy

(Hey)
there's a concept that works
Half a million in fees for 40 weeks work
But no matter how many fish in the sea
There really is no fat prlck just like me

Now dis looks like a job for me, especially as I’ve no dignity
Did I mention I went to TCD?
I‘ll do anyting once I get me fee