Ricko my Man!
His names is Ricko
A good Totton neighbour
He sings whilst he drives his limo,
To the department of labor.
He played with the saints
But he become injured
He has many complains
So his manager fingered
Poor old Ricko
He can´t sit anymore
He can´t dance no more Disco
And he´s knackered his backdoor.
Oh Ricko my man
You were a great Player
I was your number one fan
And now I´m your cosplayer
So you lost all your money
In some strange turtle races
But dont worry you honey
You can live under my starcases
Ricko My Man
Such an excellent winger
Waiting for the retirement plan
And became a folk singer
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