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The Dribbleman (audio)

He has a sloppy face and his eyes are close together,
And at night he slides the streets wearing trousers made of leather.
He slips into the allyways with oily greasy lips,
Where he slurps up old banana skins from rotten rubbish tips.

He'll squish and chew until his mouth is full of yellow slime . . .

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