The Rubber Sole & Oyster Bar

A robber from Bootle Thought it's time for a rootle Down the Oyster, it's Saturday night He knows to try there Coz the girls with permed hair Dance round handbags to music that's shite Wot he spies on the way in Make his cheeky chops grin Two slappers bladdered on the old Diamond White He makes a lunge for their bag But they're bizzies in drag Who nick him, then punch out his lights

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