Tourists

Every year we have too many tourists
Even one is far too many
They all hire a bike, become cyclists
On one, I even saw a granny

They go on the rampage, look for food
All the shops are turned upside down
And the way they behave is fucking rude
Nasty types from some factory town

It’s the same at the dentist
Form a queue half a mile long
Just the same at the chemist
Buggers play the same old song

And every family has a noisy kid
Girls are the worst as they scream
I offer a quid, just to get rid
These little rotters are off the beam

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