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Party time with foreign diplomats.                                                                                     

We all drink beer, lots and lots of dirty beer.                                                                                 

I provide two thousand bottles that all need drinking.                                                       

Stolen off a lorry; make the evidence disappear!                                                                         

My diplomat mates get on down, drinking their fill.                                                                                

Mr Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Bootros Gali drinks sixty five bottles of beer.                                                                                           

He's so ******* merry and dances with a young Chinese hooker.                                                  

I get on down and sing a song, SING ME THE SONG OF THE BOOYAKA MAN!                     

I see Moosa Koosa partying on with a Thai ladyboy.                                                       

I can't write what they did!                                                                                                         

But Mr Koosa does love English beer.                                                                                          

A dozen other worldwide politicians are here,                                                                                        

I can't say their names or I'm ****** 9mm style in my head.                                                                      

One loves his sex with a Miss Louis-Whiskey.                                                                    

Never mind the homosexual diplomats drinking my beer.                                                    

Think I'll have a look see and try out this man on man gig.                                                   

It's only a party so hey, party on and drink my beer.                                                         

The Argie and Aussie leaders look fit.                                                                                                                                                                                             They seductively lick their bottles.                                                                                                                                                                                 

Gives me an idea!                                                                                                                

Double blow after gay sex!!!                                                                                          

Twenty five thousand more bottles remain unused and on tap.                                                    

Georgian hookers and diplomats are soon to be friends.                                                                

On and on my party whirls.

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