Hip Replacement By Muriel Pelvis My hip hurts, What can I do? Saw my doctor, He said I had flu. I need a replacement, Just like the Queen Mother, She got one done, Oh, how I hate her! I walk like a donkey, Because of my hip, Crack int the pavement, Don't see it and trip. Now I can't walk, Get wheeled 'round by my brother, I really do hate, That bitch, the Queen Mother. She got one done, She's got loads of money, Sent her a letter, She thought it was funny. Die bitch.

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