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keith a
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Edited Mar 30, 2007, 09:01
BORN AGAIN IN BIRMINGHAM
Mar 30, 2007, 09:00
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As luck would have it, the ungracious greeting that awaited
was quite reminiscent of previous welcomes brought on by losing bets
It may have been that the majority of women were yet to embrace their hip bones
and that cheap wraps of coke were yet to hit Nuneaton
but still the bluff and bravado baloney begrudingly saying "Hi"
to this imagined Northerner was like a red rag to a robin, yeah it was
To this pseudo literate bumptious man it was like a red rag to a robin
'cos he was
born and bred in Birmingham

Arriving with the best breasts in the business at his side
and a personally political income based on shortish priced each way doubles
he could only re-imagine the dancing of Mills Lane, the great smell of Brut
but all that was in his mind's ear now was the grinning buffoons awaiting battle
"Let's get ready to rumble" they'd say, yeah let's get ready to rumble
It was base and it was based
on being
born and bred in Birmingham

Cock eyed, his wooly backed missus, well she suggested it was the actual sensation of losing
which had actually helped him become interested in bear baiting, a verbal cripple
Her eyes were a blue million miles away and his brief recollections were sketchy at best
At worst, the lily livered dandelion and burdock beaked bloke,
jumped up and down in the mouth, he was off on one
like a fluttering phantom of his pretended former self
then he was
born again in Birmingham

His mother, all Iceland and British Legion prize bingo,
who once took an iron (a spare no less) when there were Quality Street on the table,
well she had her views and they ran something along the lines of,
"Son if you invested in cemetaries, well, people would stop dying"
And his lack of shame was unrelenting
Lit up like a Blackpool tram it took a third Christmas divorce, to enforce
the law of averages, percentage based, was to do or die
A preposterous lie, but it was one he'd get used to
when he got
born again in Birmingham

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control
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