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LYRICS....... Well well well [x3] Taskmaster burst The bionic zit splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter we lean all day and some say that ain’t productive but that depends upon the demon that you’re stuck with ’cos right now I see clearer than most I sit here contented with this cheese on toast I feel the pain of a third world famine Segue we count them blessings and keep jamming ’tis him scumbag, scum of the earth his worth was nil until he gained the skill of tongues from 15 years young
