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letra de they don't allow rappers in the bullingdon club - mr.b the gentleman rhymer

higher education, a suitable term
when i was in my cap and gown little did i learn
working not my forte, i longed for something naughty
by nature i was haughty and one thing that school had taught me
was to make alliances, within the diocese
find those who might -ssist me in getting what i’d need
after weeks of hanging round, awaiting arty types
i chanced upon a blond scruff
spouting utter tripe
‘boris depfeffel’ said he
by way of introduction
‘want to join the chaps and i at a private function?’
‘charmed’ said i ‘who are these chums?’
all the toffs round here pretend that they are in the slums
the buller boys said he
in a fuller voice, come see
he put a choice to me
i couldn’t hoist a plea against
pulling up a seat
with the fully fledged elite
so i put a plan to he
that his band should include mr.b

he asked ‘what do you do?’
‘i am the gentleman rhymer’ i proclaimed
he said ‘i’ve heard of you’
then my position was explained…

you want to raise h-ll, be placed well
but here’s the rub
they don’t allow rappers in the bullingdon club

i have the relevant qualities to be a buller boy
i am disrespectful to those in my employ
i can smash up a lamp
or slash on a tramp
take cash for questions
when i should be sectioned
have my cv espoused
by buck house
use my breeding
for party leading
take a bung
but watch my tongue
use cricket as a front
for being rather blunt
take the spoils
without a day of toil
even then they won’t let me be their foil
now boris knew his cl-ssics
but clearly was simple
dave inspired desire
but just to punch him in his dimples
hs gait was airy fairy
and his plans unsound
and little georgie never bought a round
come to think of it, i didn’t want their jobs
and why would mr.b hang around with such n0bs?

you can listen to the smiths
but that’s far from the pith
i’m heading for a snub
and they don’t allow rappers in the bullingdon club
my trouser’s are sharp and my tie is neat
but still mr.b is far too street
and they don’t allow rappers in the bullingdon club

now it’s all gone bad
i’m more that glad
our leader is a dud
and they did not allow rappers in the bullingdon club

- mr b the gentleman rhymer

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