Tumbling Odds

Eggsy, I got no winter fuel money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Said to odds checker, who’s the rank outsider
I need a partner in crime
Rodgers, G says he won’t stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'
Roll me and call me the tumblin' odds
 
Could you not get me on with Piers Morgan? I could cure my anxiety and twat a twat at the same time!
 
BR has been spotted having a late night stroll, to mull over his options.

When questioned he responded " I'm just having a Midnight Ramble"
 
Can you see him dressed in red?
Picking Maguire, Shaw and Fred
He’ll walk out if Ole’s sacked
Without even looking back
We’ll be saying, ‘Brendan, farewell…’

He changes colours without a care
He goes anywhere
He’s like a rainbow
Changing colours without a care
Going anywhere
He changes colours
(Ooh la la, ooh la la la la...)
 
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