The WTL Club Follow

I've rallied, rucked over and rabble roused have I not?
I've given lung, tongue and sung have I not?
I've meant what I've said and I've slept in soiled bed have I not?
With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? HAVE I NOT?

But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with...
fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
show I'm not soppy and stuff

Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
but now dunno how that could possibly have been

I've shorn and I've sheened and I've Brylcreemed have I not?
I've brawn and I've brain and of both I've shame have I not?
Though I've had them straddle me wantingly have I not?
And I've length of loinly manliness have I not? HAVE I NOT?

But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with...
fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
show I'm not soppy and stuff

Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
but now dunno how that could possibly have been

With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship
we bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it!
I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches
this is my heart's hub, the hot, wild, fug of the club of the fathomless love,
I spit and have spats to be tough, show I'm not soppy and stuff...

Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum
but now dunno how that could possibly have been