At 11:42 PM 12/17/98 +0000, Martin Burns at EasyWeb Design wrote:
>It's a Pogues Song. The words go (from memory)
You obviously have yet to cross the borders of the great 3-0!
Your mind goes to mush after that.
> << Martin's magnificent memory snipped>>
>You're a bum, you're a punk
>You're an ould slut on junk
>Lying there on that drip, nearly dead on the bed
>You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
>Happy Christmas me arse, I pray God it's our last
>And the boys of the New York Polis Choir were singing Galway Bay
>And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
Gosh! What wonderful sentiments. Beats the heck out of "Grandma
Was Run Over By A Reindeer."