I wrote a song about a Pom. London Sniffer.

For full effect sing to: "London Calling" by the Clash. Thnx ****s.

[chorus]

London sniffer, for ****'s sakes
London sniffer, my arse cheeks ache
London sniffer, I love men in a bar
London sniffer, Ohhh Yahhh yahhhhhh

[end chorus]

Got really scared, because he wasn't gay
He Flared up like a lizard, and said ****en eh
I could tell he was an Aussie from the size of his pouch
Regardless of ****, my bummy went ouch


I Escaped to the shitter, to do some sniff
Pulled the door behind me, with a biff
I sprouted my bag, and set up a line
My ***** was soft, but that was fine
The sniff really hit me, like a ton of Bricks
But the door came ajar, And there's ole mate staring,
with his hand on his *****...

[chorus]

London sniffer, for ****'s sakes
London sniffer, my arse cheeks ache
London sniffer, I love men in a bar
London sniffer, Ohhh Yahhh yahhhhhh

[end chorus]

Now I was high, and scared of Pom ***s
They were everywhere, sporting ladies handbags
I made for the exit, but they spotted me
My whitearse cheeks glistening, gleefully
They made a beeline for my arse,
Whilst holding their balls, made of spun glass

[chorus]

London sniffer, for ****'s sakes
London sniffer, my arse cheeks ache
London sniffer, I love men in a bar
London sniffer, Ohhh Yahhh yahhhhhh

[end chorus]

Lucky for me, I made it out of the club
The poms went sideways, looking for Pubs
The cabbie was good, took me straight away
From those Poms, who were gay.

[chorus]

London sniffer, for ****'s sakes
London sniffer, my arse cheeks ache
London sniffer, I love men in a bar
London sniffer, Ohhh Yahhh yahhhhhh

[end chorus]

**** me dead, as I'm an Aussie
Now I can't look a man, in his Cozzie
And if he's a Pom, can;t help but turn away
Because these ****s, are usually gay.

[chorus]

London sniffer, for ****'s sakes
London sniffer, my arse cheeks ache
London sniffer, I love men in a bar
London sniffer, Ohhh Yahhh yahhhhhh

[end chorus]

 

Adapt Ron Jeremy as your avatar as that would more accurately represent your **** speaking.

 

Gday mate. These flip-flops, that you speak of, are actually thongs. The kind you wear whilst drinking **** at the pub.

 

wtf?!

 

Your's and my great, great grandad stood side by side fighting at war.

 

Hurtful - early 40's. Urp, barp (from ****)

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Looks like Archie and Jughead back in the day. Sack the artist hired from fiverr.com

 

:****