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My boi
Jul 5, 2009 20:42:15 GMT 1
Post by jaywicksfine on Jul 5, 2009 20:42:15 GMT 1
My boi
When you trip on a brick on a street made from tar, When you sneak to the local for slots not the bar, When your insides are burned out as much as your car, You’re from Jaywick my boi and you’ll never get far.
When the sand on your street scrapes your knees as you fall, When your daily commute is along the sea wall, When you buy knock off gear from your uncle’s mate Paul, You’re from Jaywick my boi so why don’t you stand tall.
When you lie on your beach and admire the view, When the left is the sea and the rights the dole queue, When you try to defend but the jibes are all true, You’re from Jaywick my boi and this town is in you.
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