Cockney Ipsum

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Now, you look Cream Crackered

Come on my old China, You forgot your sausage and mash. Come on my old China, Use your loaf and think about it, Pick up your plates and get moving.

Take a quick butchers hook Answer that dog and bone! I don't Adam and Eve it! Let's climb those apples and pears. Pick up your plates and get moving. You muppet! Let's climb those apples and pears. Can you Adam and Eve it? Stick it up your Khyber. Get your ones on, we're heading off to the local! It's all gone Pete Tong! It's time to iron my Uncle. Your barnet looks like a Syrup and Fig. It pens in here, You're talking cobblers! Take a quick butchers at this! You forgot your sausage and mash. It's all gone Pete Tong! Where's my old man? Where's the trouble? I don't Adam and Eve it! Scarpa! Absolutely brassic - Yer 'aving a larf! It's all gone Pete Tong! Scarpa! Your barnet looks like an Irish Jig. Right bin lids, Pick up your plates and get moving. Where's the trouble?

Put on your best fiddle and flute Get your ones on, we're heading off to the local! It's all gone Pete Tong! Get some Sherbert down your Gregory. You forgot your sausage and mash. On with the Titfa You're talking cobblers! You're starting to get on my wick. On with the Titfa Now, you look Cream Crackered. Lad. Use your crust mate! It's time to iron my Uncle. Right bin lids, They're telling you pork pies, Let's climb those apples and pears. It's all gone Pete Tong! Scarpa! Get up those Apples and to bed! What is she rabbiting on about, You made a pig's ear of that. I don't Adam and Eve it! Let's get down to brass tacks. It's time to iron my Uncle. You're starting to get on my wick.

Get some Sherbert down your Gregory. Put on your best fiddle and flute Now, you look Cream Crackered. Now, you look Cream Crackered. Use your loaf and think about it, I'll just ask His Nibbs, Take a quick butchers at this! Take a quick butchers hook You're talking cobblers!

You're talking cobblers! I'll just ask His Nibbs, Scarpa! Where's the trouble? Your barnet looks like an Irish Jig. Hand over the bees to me, Let's climb those apples and pears. Take a quick butchers at this! I'll just ask His Nibbs, Where's the trouble? Right bin lids, It's all gone Pete Tong! Let's climb those apples and pears.