Franks opening monolgue is a poem:
Tickets this way to the Chatsworth Express!
Come and watch pikeys making a mess,
Of the lives they were given by Him upstairs!
And kids, they're convinced, aren't actually theirs...
What sounds on earth could EVER replace,
Kids needing money? Or wives in yer face...
'Cause this, people reckon - and me included -
Is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented
To calm us all down and stop us going mental!
These are Chatsworth estate's BASIC essentials!
We're worth every penny for grinding your axes...
You shit on our heads, but, you pay the taxes!
Imagine Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers,
Who'll cum on your face for the price of a beer...
Make poverty history! Cheaper drugs now!
Make poverty history! Cheaper drugs now!