Quadruple Bypass - Wharf Roach

Went on a stroll to the dock a bay and guess just who I seen
A rat fuck, buzz cut, son of a bitch and he stood just five foot three
He said "Sir, my name is wharf roach and I'm a simple man in need
Just spare a dime I'll make it worth your time, that's a wharf roach guarantee"
I pondered for a moment before going with my gut
Pulled my leather wallet out and said "Boy lemme tell ya what
Now I hate me an urchin but you seem down on luck, so
Leave me impressed and you'll soon be blessed with a crispy twenty bucks"
And he said
"I love abba"
Decrepit man came up to me, he smelled like Nathan's franks
Tried to sell me zucchini seeds, you no I said "no thanks"
He said "Boy my name is wharf roach" I said "no it's not"

Written by:
Angus Howe, Dalton Chamberland, Marc Thomas, Thommy VanTill

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