The Ghost of Alex Higgins wrote:Thundercunt White Lightning, verrrrry verrry frrrrrrightening gawnteeee
(Jonglebungle) Jonglebungle, (Jonglebungle) Jonglebungle, Jonglebungle fiverrrrohh upwarrrrdohhh
(I'm just a poor boy, daddy didn't love me)
He's just a poor boy from a piss poor family
Buy him his rent and his prime sausages
Mail Online, Mail Online, will you let me go?
Diddums! No, we will not let you go
He’d hate the piano bit the most...
Just shilled again
Put a bra upon his head
Ate some bacon
But no bread
Lies. Hatred. Shamima Begum.
But now he’s gone and thrown his career away.
Ooh Skripple didn’t mean to be a spy
There’ll be no podcast done this time tomorrow
As if anything you say really matters
Too late, the ASA have come
Sends shivers down my spine, Iain making money all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the Mail...
"Hey Depressed Boy. You want a shitfest, you've got one". Jon Gaunt to depression sufferer Iain Lee, e-mail 2016.
“He’s done the right thing”. Gaunt on Donald Trump’s gassing of refugees, November 2018: https://chirb.it/qJ3e7O