Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Bookie always wins, but Trump casino failed

I was a failed Trainee Betting Shop manager

There was locked fire door from the OUTSIDE

As the money was more important than my Life

TYPICAL

Now in USA Election

I've heard only outside USA can vote

So if you have loads of money

You can RIG the odds, so that Trump looks like a winner

So the other side do not bother to vote

Go figure

Just bit my lip twice while eating easy peelers

It hurts

So I'm spitting blood

So is Puerto Rico

they remember Trump withholding and slow delivery

A billionaire is not one of you

Look at the Track Record

And what will Trump be remembered for

Did he do anything really Good and Note worthy

Or was it all a vehicle for him

He will be remembered for his lack of trousers

and NDAs

There's even a song

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Donald, Where's Your Troosers?

Song by Andy Stewart

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I've just come downFrom the Isle of SkyeI'm not very big and I'm awful shyAnd the lassies shout when I go byDonald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

A lassie took me to a ballAnd it was slippery in the hallAnd I was feared that I would fallFor I had nae on my troosers

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

Now I went down to London TownAnd I had some fun in the undergroundThe ladies turned their heads aroundSaying, Donald, where are your trousers?

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

To wear the kilt is my delightIt is not wrong I know it's rightThe Highlanders would get a frightIf they saw me in the trousers

Let 'em blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streetss, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

The lassies want me every oneWell, let them catch me if they canYou canna take the breaksOf a Highland manAnd I don't wear the trousers

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

Donald, where's your troosers?Donald, where's yer troo...

Oh, well, that's the way we sing the song in ScotlandBut of course the song might have more international appealSung something like thisOne, two, three, four

Well, I've just come downFrom the Isle of SkyeI'm not very big and I'm awful shyThe lassies shout when I go byHey, Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies shout, go, goHey, Donald, where's your troosers?

Oh, man, I'm all rock and rollI got a-moving andA-grooving to save my soulGrab your kilt and go, go, goHey, Donald, where's your troo...?

Hey let 'em wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goOh, yeah, go, go, go

Hey, Donald, where's your troosers?Hey Donald, where's your troosers?Yeah, hey, Donald

Hey, just a minuteWhat are you doing there?Man, I'm rocking it, manMan, I'm really moving it, manWell, just you stop rocking it and moving it, manThe song should be sungJust exactly like this

I've just come downFrom the Isle of SkyeI'm not very big and I'm awful shyAnd the lassies shout when I go byDonald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow highLet the wind blow lowThrough the streets, in my kilt I'll goAll the lassies say helloDonald, where's your troosers?

Donald, where's your troosers?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Andy Stewart / Neil Grant

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