WITH TYRONE AM I (to the tune of 'All Alone Am I' by Brenda Lee) Sung by Mrs Tyrone ... With Tyrone am I, and his IQ of 5 With Tyrone … and Albatoss by his side We’re in separate beds – and his mate gives him head I’m a beard – I’m just along for the ride There’s no use in holding hands For our marriage is a sham There’s no use in kissing your lips Cos you keep turning down my PAM With Tyrone am I, but my life is a lie With Tyrone … but he’s been loving his mate People point & stare, but they just do not care Closer than radiators & Terry Waite No other bloke could be so thick I mourn the day that we got wed But I cannot just take my pick Cos I ming – as Merde Tete said With Tyrone am I, he’s scared of my hairy pie With Tyrone … and soon he’ll have HIV He’s a spackmoid puff, and I have had enough Where’s the phone – I’m going to call TFP
I've had it off with her. She's my favourite artiste. And her Brother, Sammy, was a reyt laiker ... and is 2 feet taller than Dirk.