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I my excited beating heart by street lamp light
As you walked towards me in the moonlight
We met, we hugged, I held you so so Tight
I held you pretty Angel as you shone bright
Then after the Toby Carvery, in a back lane
We made love, then again and again and again,
A love in my soul that will always remain,
The night we made love in the pouring rain
Behind the Toby Carvery.
 
tunstall birdman said:
I my excited beating heart by street lamp light
As you walked towards me in the moonlight
We met, we hugged, I held you so so Tight
I held you pretty Angel as you shone bright
Then after the Toby Carvery, in a back lane
We made love, then again and again and again,
A love in my soul that will always remain,
The night we made love in the pouring rain
Behind the Toby Carvery.
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You really are a daft soppy twat!
 
tunstall birdman said:
I my excited beating heart by street lamp light
As you walked towards me in the moonlight
We met, we hugged, I held you so so Tight
I held you pretty Angel as you shone bright
Then after the Toby Carvery, in a back lane
We made love, then again and again and again,
A love in my soul that will always remain,
The night we made love in the pouring rain
Behind the Toby Carvery.
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:lol: superb sir
 
Who controls the turkey crown?
Who chugs the gravy down?
We do! We do!

Who provides the table mats?
Who keeps the spuds under wraps?
We do! We do!

Who holds back the dirt cheap bar?
Who makes Steve Guttenburg a star?
We do! We do!

More a song but nevermind
 
full of fat bastards, you know the place, the toby carvery
is it a restaurant, hardly, its a lardery where you never leave starverly
the Yorkshire puddings are harder the cutlery
shall I pour gravy over the bastard or dip it in my tea
traditional sunday dinner, I must have missed it,
the roasties resemble arse biscuits
scummy little faces everywhere, in a high seats or in a stroller
best get injections before you enter, the next table over have all got ebola
don't worry about what ever the meat is, it will never spoil,
its already been on display 3 weeks, covered in what can only be described as Dog Oil
 
The Toby carvery masquerades as a pub,
Whilst shamelessly dishing out dogshit poor grub,
Just like seaham's weatherspoons so I have heard,
You have to buy food if you have your kid and your bird .
 
You really couldn't eat cheaper meat
You'll eat so much you'll get stuck in your seat
But when you realise you've ate a tumour
You really won't have a sense of humour
 
He's fat, he's round,
All you can eat for 7 pound,
The Wanderer......The Wanderer.......

His shit's, like sillage
He doesn't live in Tunstall Village
The Wanderer.......The Wanderer........

Don't mind the odd carvery me like.
 
I went to the carvery the other night.
i was hungry and fancied a bite,
the food came out like the speed of light
and nee the wonder it's microwaved shite.
 
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