Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner that I am such a c**t Cockney John vs The professional Yorkshireman By King Rat

Cockney Cor blimey guv'nor you're not what I expected Tyke: What a whippet, flat cap and the sense of bein' rejected Cockney Faraway from home, the big city's near Tyke: Aye it's grim up there, but its shit darn ere Cockney: Down to the queens arms, up with our knees Tyke: So that's one parnt of bitter and t'babysham please Cockney Some good honest east end people come ere Tyke: Three pound bloody fifty for watered down beer Cockney Liz aint that bad for a state funded toff Tyke: Aye we finally found the cure for whoopin' cough

Cockney Call up the missus, call her a slag Tyke: Ar lass would kill us, she's a bruiser m'lad Cockney Raising a toast to Ronnie and Reggie Tyke: Bring em up north we'll give em a wedgie Cockney I don't see your fascination in the pigeon breed Tyke: No, its THIRTEEN players in rugby league Cockney We've got thousands of stars from movies and TV Tyke: But no Rich Whiteley and the legend Pete Levy Cockney Restaurants and cafes with celebrity chefs Tyke: What ya mean you don't sell Patties?

© 2004 Kingrat

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