He said I've got a beef with you
I don't wanna beefburger,
Don't wanna commit murder
It's just this thing that you do
You've been out on the tiles
For miles and miles
And now you're drunk as a screw
I have a beef with you
You come here in your state
And throw up on your plate
You shake and shiver and vomit
Can't you try a washer or gromit
Put a cork in it won't you
Yes I have a beef with you
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