¡No Pasarán!

Little London boys	Petits pédaloïdes de Londres
The Guardian (newspaper of choice for Leftist Humanist Poets the world over) is crying about the Guantanamo Four. Little vaseline pretty boyz.	Le Guardian (journal de référence pour les poètes humanistes de gôche du monde entier) nous pond un article larmoyant au sujet des Quatre de Guantanamo. Jolis minets gominés au lubrifiant.
You best believe I'm from New York city. You're telling me 'shut your mouth' If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around You talk about faggots, little mama's boy You sit at home, you got a chaperone! You need an escort to take a piss He holds your hand and he shakes your dick You're so pretty, suburban kitty You think you're gonna change, rearrange your city? Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You think you're gonna fool me? Ha ha ha ha Little rich kid, what do you know? You had everything, don't you think it don't show? I've been a climbing, just a face to the wall Too much too soon, do you recall? Have a holiday in the city, Feelings in the air, vaseline pretty You don't need no junk, just LSD You won't get shot, shot by me! You're little London boys Little London boys Little London boys And I'm talking about the whole lot of you! Too bad you boys don't know And the girls they don't go Everybody just shows You're little, little London boys You're little London Boys Little London boys Little London boys You're little London Boys You poor little puppet!