| billyw 2003-05-15, 1:23 pm |
| ah a master of understatement i see..
can't stop singing my perfect cousin,,,
Now I've got a cousin called Kevin
He's sure to go to heaven
Always spotless clean and neat
The smoothest you can get them
He's got a fur lined sheepskin jacket
My ma said they cost a packet
She won't even let me explain
That me and Kevin were just not the same
Oh my perfect cousin
What I like to do he doesn't
He's his family's private joy
His mothers little golden boy
He's gotta degree in economics
Maths - physics and bionics
He thinks that I'm a cabbage
Cos I hate university challenge
Even at the age of ten
Smart boy Kevin was a smart boy then
He always beat me at Subbuteo
Cos he flicked the kick
And I didn't know
Oh my perfect cousin ..
His mother bought him a synthesizer
Got the Human League into advise her
Now he's making lots of noise
Playing along with the art school boys
Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame it's in vain total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
Cos Kevin he's in love with himself
Oh my perfect cousin
"Neil Ruston" <neilruston@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> You didn't exactly sell yourself, but here's a URL anyway:
> http://www.jobserve.com
>
> Neil
>
> >-----Original Message-----
> >I currently jobless in London. Anyone help me please.
> >
> >Many thanks
> >Kevin
> >.
> >
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