Tim Tim

Yeah alright here we go...
You know his
Name is Tim Tim
And all he wants is Quim Quim

Mother thinks he's dim dim
And his father liked to beat him

Ridiculed left back
Beat up for his snack pack

A paint spill, and a dull tool
He dropped right out of high
school

Fast forward to the bank job
Done with his mate Bob

Wore masks on their blobs
But no gloves for the door
knobs

Now he's got a cellmate
A Bible and a hot plate

If this story makes you irate
Be glad it ain't your fate mate

You know his name is Tim Tim
All he wants is Quim quim
Just as God made him
Hallelujah

His mother thinks he's dim
dim
His father liked to beat him
Dim Dim Beat him
That's how we treat him

Ridiculed and left back
Beat up for his snack pack
He gots no clean clothes
On his feet are bo bo's

A paint spill, and a dull tool
Dropped right out of high school
Here comes a big slap
To knock off your dunce cap

Fast forward to the bank job
Done with his mate named Bob
Bob Bob shut your gob
No job Bob Bob

Masks they wore on their
blobs
But no gloves for the door
knobs
Crime cinch Cops Pinch
Good and plenty fingerprints

Now he's got a cellmate
A Bible and a hot plate
Three hots a cot
No window no pot

If this story makes you irate
Be glad it isn't your fate
Amen to that brother
Hallelujah

If this story makes you irate
Be glad it isn't your fate...

I'm gobsmacked
The brains you lack
You don't know jack
You total hack

I'm gobsmacked
The way you slack
You got no tact
A total whack

In short
With a retort
Your Mum's regret
Not to abort

Gobsmacked

That's it really... Who's round is it?