The place was full of flippin’ thieves
There was Winstone, king of geezers
An’ Ritchie, wiv ’is wicked scar
We was neckin’ Bacardi Breezers
We was doin’ the old verbals
When this bloke turns up, bony runt
Do you know who I fuckin’ am?
It's only Micheal Gambon, the ------
No, I says, I'm joshin’ ’im, see
Well, ’e says, you will soon
You're playing against me, darling
At the National Theatre, in June
You're ’avin a laugh, mate, I says
Do you know who I flippin’ am?
’E looks back at me, the twat
I ain't no effing nonce, I'm Dan
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