When it's winter time, and ev'rything's covered in snow,
I wonder to myself, as I'm walking home,
I could draw a dick in the snow on this car,
And nobody would know, and left on the paint not a scar
I could write 'fuck' or 'cunt' or even 'willy'
(Especially that last one; it's deliciously silly),
And there'd be no-one to see, to make me look like a fool again,
And so I shall become The Anonymous Hooligan.
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