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When I was a young chap, just a little bouncing boy,
My family was not wealthy, so I had to make do
With second-hand pyjamas, and a single wooden toy.
A dinosaur my daddy made with balsa wood and glue.
But when I turned thirteen and to high school off I trotted,
I knew immidiately that my dino wouldn’t do.
’Cause I had noticed all the toys the other boys had gotted,
And I couldn’t help myself I wished that I had got them too.
My daddy made a dinosaur with balsa wood and glue,
But before too long I knew that my dino wouldn’t do.
When I was fifteen years old I first turned to thievin’
To satiate my cravin’ to have things the other kids had.
I stole a gnarly skateboard from a skateboard shop one evening;
It had bodacious fluoro railing and a wicked fluoro skidpad.
By the following Monday morning the skateboarding turned to boredom;
My appetite for skating was abated in a flash.
So I sold my board and bought a pair of flippers and a snorkel,
But soon I borked at snorkeling, forked my snorkel in the trash.
My daddy made a dinosaur with balsa wood and glue,
But before too long I knew that my dino wouldn’t do.
At eighteen I managed hedge funds and got fat by drinking beer.
At twenty I owned seven cars and houses on the coast.
I fell in love at twenty-three with a Swedish girl called Mia;
I bought a 200 quid toaster with which Mia made me toast.
At twenty-eight I went through like a Buddhist kind of thing,
And decided that the material world and I were through.
I hooked up with some Buddhist chicks who said that they were twins,
But they didn’t look that similiar and they did stuff twins don’t do.
My daddy made a dinosaur with balsa wood and glue,
But before too long I knew that my dino wouldn’t do.
But now I’m forty-seven stone and thirty-one years old.
I have a kitchen staff of twelve on call twenty-four hours a day,
And a Page Three girl I payed to lick chocolate from my folds,
And a rent boy called Llywelyn, though I’m neither Welsh nor gay.
Now to those who judge my lifestyle to be gluttonous and brash,
And criticise my access acquisition and consumption.
I say that critics of the wealthy are just those who don’t have cash,
And who have never had a prostitute spread marmite on their scrotum
My daddy made a dinosaur with balsa wood and glue,
But before too long I knew that my dino wouldn’t do.
My father died a year ago; to dust he’s now returned,
And I found my wooden dinosaur, which all these years have lasted,
And I cremated it and put it with dad’s ashes in an urn.
Below a gravestone with three words on it:
”Stingy bastard”
My daddy made a dinosaur with balsa wood and glue,
Which is all very quaint, but I’d rather eat foie gras inside a Porsche
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