This is a classic case of Turkey's voting for Christmas. Not only have they voted for it, they plucked themselves gutted themselves, rubbed themselves with herbs oil and garlic, jumped into a baking tin and were gleefully placed into a pre heated oven, as Rule Britania blared out. Only when the door closed and the temperature began to rise, did the giblets drop. Poor Spain, how will it fill the cultural void? It's not everyday all shorts wearing, topless fat guys, talking about how immigrants are cunts are ripped from their realm. I'm sure Gove will throw street parties to welcome them home. Old classic songs will abound, from, Oh, knees up Mother Brown ... It's a long way from Torremelinos, it's a long way to go. Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and moan moan moan, to
You put your left leg in and shake it all about, you do the hokey Cokey and you turned around, now you're going home to the rain. Oh, where's me fuckin visa? Oh, where's me fucking visa, oh where's me fucking visa, bags packed, buy some fags, home home home..
Adios amigos