| Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
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| Good clean fun — just a bit of rough and tumble.
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| Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
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| ten pints later you’ll see a flashing blue light.
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| Ever wondered where the evil dead go?
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| There’s a little place called Nightmare Scenario
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| Unlicenced establishment for former world powers,
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| where the drinks are cheap — and it’s open all hours.
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| Bonaparte’s on brandy — he swills it down his throat,
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| Hitler sips a Pilsner while he tells a racist joke.
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| Mussolini leers at Maggie serving at the bar,
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| Stalin’s out the back trying to sell a dodgy motor car.
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| Dear God above (if you exist),
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| hope you see the funny side to this
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| now don’t get cross — don’t bite your nails,
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| oh, Son of Man your mission failed.
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| Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
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| Good clean fun — just a bit of rough and tumble.
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| Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
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| ten pints later you’ll see a flashing blue light.
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| Herod’s in the family room to baby sit the first born,
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| Mengele’s got a Gladstone bag of cotton wool and chloroform.
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| Vlad impales glace cherries on a stick just for a lark,
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| when Pol Pot turns the lights out they’ll play murder in the dark.
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| Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
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| Good clean fun — just a bit of rough and tumble.
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| Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
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| ten pints later you’ll see a flashing blue light.
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| Genghis Khan just parked his lunch all over Nero’s belly,
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| while the lions beat the christians thirty — nil live on the telly.
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| Caligula kills 'My Way’on the karaoke stage —
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| young 'Chezzy'Borgia's barred for life for drinking under age.
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| This is far more than just a joke.
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| Can’t you see the fire for the smoke?
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| Choose any public house you please
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| and find dictators such as these.
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| Are you ready for the Sinful Ensemble?
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| Good clean fun — just a bit of rough and tumble.
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| Dead dictators out on a 'lads night'
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| ten pints later you’ll see a flashing blue light.
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| Hell is where the heart lies —
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| (in Purgatory’s borders).
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| The great thing 'bout eternity —
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| they never call last orders! |