Foreword by Nicky James
When he moved to our villageThe vicar turned pale
Within twenty-four hours
Every house was for sale
It wasn't the image
And no-one can tell
But they all ran away
From the Jock from hell
When he moved to our village
In a house by the river
He took me out drinking
It damaged my liver
I knew I was poorly
I could tell by the smell
I blame him entirely
The Jock from hell
And the price of my house
Fell straight through the floor
Because the Jock from hell
Said he was moving next door
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