Where the Sun don’t shine

You can take your boxes, your terms of approval, your fake smiles and your labels.
You can take your recognition, your incontinence pads, and your tributes.
You can take your Turner prize, your Green shield stamps and your remuneration. Your houses, your sports cars and your women.
You can take your Sunday suits, your bow ties, your bowler hats, your dickie bows, and your crap, and stick it where the Sun don’t ever shine. I don’t give a toss!

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