Malapapa wrote:Abdul, The Bulbul Amir wrote:Your property you have lost
We have it for little cost
No it's still ours you, little snake.
And trespass is the law you break.
Abdul, The Bulbul Amir wrote:Your words are empty
You just postulate plenty
You couldn't afford a place in the sun.
So you 'bought' cheap... and now you're on the run.
Abdul, The Bulbul Amir wrote:If you come again sniffing around
We will send you home again your tail between your legs like a hound (again)
Like Miss Piggy's - your house was made of straw.
And blow me down, its price just hit the floor!
Abdul, The Bulbul Amir wrote:Accross the border we all can be found
Laughter and joy abound
An open prison is where you reside
Where gangster-types took you for a ride.
Abdul, The Bulbul Amir wrote:Cant you see the writing is on the wall
In Mersin 10 soon into we will fall
You'll fall all right, like the price of your shack,
So book the freight firm and start to pack.
And as for rhymes, yours don't even scan.
They're blotchy and uneven, just like your tan.
So leave the ditties to those who can deliver.
Get back to your Efes while you've still got the liver.
And now I'll leave you, you British scum,
As the law will leave you... without a crumb.