Shake shake shake, please give me a break,
I don't have any money honey.
I'm sort of broke, a wanker, poor bloke,
I'm waiting for the sun to be sunny.
I promise you miss, on god's goodly piss,
I'll shower you with gifts this year.
As I can see, twenty twenty three,
Is the year to get laid my dear.
So ready your hole, clear your soul,
Wait till I steady my rock.
Until then shaking me is vain,
I'd like it if you suck my cock.
I want to stand on my feet again miss,
Misery, disease and poverty defeat.
Would you want to stay on my side,
Allow me to stand on my feet?
