Right whats the fuckin craic here, shit is goin ddown. I don’t have a fuckin baldy an never did, but here I am writin all the same. From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin king, aye. Why in the world is all of this happening to me, what did I ever do to deserve, oh fuck up. Aye just get on with it mate, have the craic. Right, will do, fuck the pressures deadly about here wha? Aye ano it is lad, under pressure, de de de! Yep fuckin massive an killer an clueless an fuck, don’t hve a notion or a baldy or a blunderpuss pass. Telepath ur grasses, sing em all up into the late lingo maldiungo grove, let’s hti home with this wan.

Ive got mental health mate. Aye seriously mental health? Aye its fuckin mental hi, heads blown clean aff me, madness like. Wouldn’t be at it. Wile craic for a hallion hi. Aye country boy, aye. See yer woman? Yep, hot stuff. Aye ano but nice like just a person an all good craic hi lovely woman hi, a human being that’s for sure. Howd ye know she mite be an alien in disguise? Could be that too, hafta see mate, hafta see,

So aye luck here wanted to get serious here for a minute gentlemen about the fuckin mental health dilemma that mentionin all our fuckin ruination in the country of northurn iayerourlind. So yeh like theres wee boys out there with their heads wrecked from the age of no age, smoking too much weed an doin es, there mas away out partyn and NOBODY GIVES A FUCK!

Shite like, get back on the wagon mi son, relax here an have a bath ye’ll be grand, remember ur pals, stop tryin to be van morrisson for a minute, look at ur brother like hes luvin life, stoned to tha bone lovin it mc fuckin luvin it our kyd.

Well on ye cunt ye. Way fuckin on back in that jo baxi an never the front of ye was seen again, awful curtin round the back of wellworths, nobody seen nahin but ur womans wab. Lovely jubbs fer all the bais go grindin ye heure beg hallions.

Now macca, English, ano, but look at is songs, he was a greet fuckin sanger, wanged them out nonstop, nvr stopped for fuck all nor nobody, look at the fuck of him goin now with his vegan sausages he doesn’t give a fuck. Get on up there nai like paul macca an do the thang ye fuckin robots heure hallion bastard of the third kind once over under across no nahin ye bastards bitch.

an here, I’ll tell ye this for nahin…yer fuckin deadly.