(To the tune of Someone Like You)
‘Hadn’t heard
We were over time
Damon
Got a min
And took
Fucking Nine.
I hadn’t heard
About that bloody farce
Til I felt James Corden
Up my friggin’ arse
The bugger turned up out of the blue uninvited
And he put me off, he made me shite it
I’d hoped to say my bit
With my fans be reunited
Ah but now the show is over.
Never mind, I will find ITV2
I can take as long as I want on you
You won’t stop me, I know
Cause the next show’s just Poirot
Sometimes the Brits are good
But mostly they do my head, yeah
Sometimes the Brits are good
But mostly they do my head.
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