Relate

Well he isn't built for porno
‘Coz he's only got a two inch dick
He makes up for it by being
An aggravating little shit
Doesn't have much brains
No he can't really think
Two things he's good at
Eating lots and sinking piss
Now he's got two kids
You'd think the lesson was learnt
But every time he rings me
His words are badly slurred
He might be good at cricket
Don't ask him to read a book
Reckons he's a tough man
I often wonder why
‘Coz every time I hit him
He runs away and sooks
You may think this is funny
But what I'm telling you is true
I know him pretty well
The pity of it for me
He'll still be my brother
Something which I rue

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