... the Chattering Classes invaded Hebden Bridge
And priced the likes of me and mine,
To the pots of the Pennine Ridge,
To South East Wales I was forced to flee,
And now I have no job,
That's why tonight I'm sitting on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.
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coobeastie Used to Be in Evil Gazebo,
Thu 6 Aug 2009, 14:59,
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