This lad in class, He put me down,
Thingy Nolan was his name,
His mother taught him he was better,
But really , We`re the same.
Come to our house for your tea today,
You wont have food like ours at yours
Can I come another day,
I think your crashing bore`s
Skitting me, Because my clothes had holes,
I felt my confidence drain,
I wanted to thump him on the nose,
He`s such a bloody pain.
My dad`s a banker, Yours just a trucker,
We have loads of money too,
Listen thingy, You dozy old twonk,
I`ll smack you black and blue.
Never been to a chippy in all his life,
I loved my chips and peas,
You`re missing out, Rumours were rife,
He`d love a bag of these tha sees
You can`t have chips his mother said,
You`ll end up fat like Jimmy,
Eat like that you`ll end up dead,
Far better to be skinny.
So snobby, High and mighty,
Only eats best fish and ham,
Truth is , She is so flighty,
Complete façade and sham.
Mrs Nolan see`s the plumber,
Not to fettle her U bend,
It`s all an act, A real life bummer,
It drives me round the bend.
All fur coat, No knickers,
Poor thingy is deluded,
His snobby mother, Handbags full of snickers,
Posh teas also included.
I went once to thingy`s for my tea,
All bread sticks and dips,
Drop me off on Blackburn road,
I need a bag of chips.
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