| Some time earlier on the Manchester Riviera. The swarve and debonair Mr Gull sips his pink drink and wonders and what to say .. |
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 | What do I say ? Why am I here doing this boring job in the south seas on a beach wearing a suit ? .And I didn't order a pinko colapso. | |
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| Eeeekk eeuurk ...ooOOOooork eeeeeeeeeeek,,, | |
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| Look kid if you don't stop playing that F*##@in' trumpet I'll tell you about my job...... | |
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| But sir ..your good friend Gygs sent me to inspire you ..He said to play for a very long time. | |
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| Could you play somthing you know.?.What a way to begin an adventure ..drinking pink stuff in a suit on an unrealistic Manchester beach.. | |
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| EEEEeeeEEEk | |
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