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Donner Wrap

from Into the Red by Grant Leonard Aspinall

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Cumbrian Street Rap

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Donner Wrap
I like chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomata, swill it down with lager and a toffee honey chaser. Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomata, swill it down with vodka and a shot of honey chaser.
Please don’t shout in my ear ‘cause you’re spitting in my beer, can you hurry up your order as I’m feeling rather queer. I’ve got this chilli to eat before I go to the big white telephone to say “Hi, hello”.
Is it shish you were wanting or nuggets you require? I’m struggling hard to keep it down, this is getting dire.
Chilli on my donna, try to keep it down. Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomato, a technicolour pavement is on the agenda. Swill it down with lager and a shot of honey chaser. Can you hurry up your order as I’m feeling out of sorts, I’m trying to think of something but filling up my shorts.
My digestive system is out of control, I feel as though my stomach is bargaining for my Soul. The barman said “No”, when i asked for a gin, then she barred me when I told her to lose her double chin.
Chilli on my donna onions peppers and tomatas, but not at this minute, or I’ll wear my guts for garters. Let me out of here, please, I need to get some air, I need to get flat or in a comfy chair, I drank :
Fifteen pints before the lights went out, the ceiling disappeared and I went really weird, I remember waking up in A + E, the nurse said: ”hello, what’s your name?”I said my name is Mr G, she said “You’d better come with me”.
Gimme a shot of that Tequila you’re drinkin’, I wanna get wasted, some beer wants some sinkin’, I haven’t had a drink for at least half an hour, hand me that bottle, give me the power.
I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer, but nobody wants to know or to hear that I’m here. I’m desperate for a drink but I’m totally broke, It’s only twelve o’clock so it ain’t no joke.




Drink with the Natterjack, knock back the cognac, get back, jumping jack, don’t smoke the bad crack, leave it out take her down town in the Cadillac pull back the hood, If it’s sunny weather lay back.
Heading for a dive, I can’t abide the way you hide, but stop her from leaving and she’ll skin you alive. She will take you, and break you, and leave you by the phone, so : sell everything you’ve got, leave her alone you know.
The cats got fleas itching scratching all the day, take her to the vets through the nose you’ll have to pay. The cat doesn’t know, he doesn’t have to pay the price, but I think it’s either fleas or a bad case of lice.
Sing me a song after taking Butane, it kills all of the cells inside of your brain, Its not that the brain damage finishes you off, but the gas will help you deal with the pain.
Every time I call someone else picks up the phone, I don’t know why but I’m chilled to the bone, you don’t fool me, I know you’re at home. This time baby, I know you’re not alone.
I fell asleep in the gutter in the middle of the night, I woke up screaming as high as a kite, I was naked on the street and I got quite a fright when eight armed policemen took me off with a fight.

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from Into the Red, released March 1, 2023

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