go home James, to that shit place Devon
why ya still here when I've alrea-dy-won
you wanted special, a rank, so we made you a petition
till we realised the only special thing about you is your mental condition
so ya spent 5, got dat purple vip tag
big deal. why didn't I see it in any mag?
what I did see, Sean's wife was divorced
whatya say to him?; "don't put it in I don't want to be forced"?
broken marriage, ur alone there's no fa-mily
don't cry now cause that's the last time you've had a willy
crawl back to #coradyce for cash, lookin' to play some gaymes
boi you so thirsty, they made a movie, just call it Hunger James
poor 'n broke story of your life, ye busted
your time is up, pls leave, just like Man United
m8 m8, for goodness sake
strolled through to the finals without using my emergency brake,
But surely today we can expect a fierce fight,
oh looks it's doodle, he's absolutely shite
So what's he got going for him, this Man Utd fan,
A loss at home to Southampton? Oh what a poor man.
So let's move on to what matters, such as his penis and size,
But unfortunately there will be no Nobel prize,
For as he unzips his flies,
It struggles and struggles to rise,
His mother gives up and cries,
"Oh Doodle, I do try!"
I guess this is it, the end of Doodle,
But before I'd go I'd like to remind you that you rhyme with poodle,
and therefore you smell of shit.