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by Carter The Unstopable Sex Machine


                                                     
Sheriff Fatman started out in business as a granny farmer
                                                      
he was infamous for fifteen minutes and he appeared in Panorama
                                                                    
Then he somehow got himself on board The Starship Enterprise Allowance Scheme
                                                      
With a Prince of Wales award for pushing valium and amphetamines
                                                      
Now he's moving up onto second base behind Nicholas Van Wotsisface
                                                
At six foot six and a hundred tons the undisputed king of the slums
                                                       
With more alias' than Klaus Barbie the master butcher of Leigh-on-Sea
                                            
Just about to take the stage the one and only hold the front page

                                            
Fatman's got something to sell to the capital's homeless
                                      
At The Crossroads Motelfor the no-fixed-abodeless
                                                 	
Where you can live life in style you can sleep in a closet
                                                     
And if you flash him a smile he'll take your teeth as deposit


                                          	
There's bats in the belfry the windows are jammed
                                             
The toilets ain't healthy and he don't give a damn
                                            
he just chuckles and smiles and laughs like a madman,
                               
a born again Rachman Here comes Sheriff Fatman
	
                                                           
With his valium, amphetamines his sick notes and his phoney prescriptions
                                                       
And just when you thought it was safe to go back into the kitchen, 
                                       
Dead legs and cracked heads Bunk-beds and breakfasts
                                        
Wake up you sleepy headcases	check this
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Moving up now to take the place of Nicholas Van Wotsisface
   	                                            
At six foot six and a hundred tons the undisputed king of the slums
                                                       
With more alias' than Klaus Barbie the master butcher of Leigh-on-Sea
                                   	           
In a hatchback from Notre Dame, the one and only Sheriff Fatman
                                            
In goes another left hook and now I'm losing my patience
                                       
Someone call up Roger Cook and The United Nations
                                 
he's buying up houses for hasbeens (help me)
                 
From Lands End to Southend and Chelsea
	
                                           
There's bats in the belfrey the windows are jammed
                                         
The toilets ain't healthy he don't give a damn
                                            
He just chuckles and smiles and laughs like a madman
           
Ladies and gentlemen,I give you . . .
              
SHERIFF FATMAN!

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