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One of the giant loudspeakers was already pointing in the direction of the large windows that looked out onto the golf course and Daddy Rhythm now muscled the other one round until it was pointing the same way as its twin brother. He had already opened wide all the windows. Now he cued in the second track of the CD 'Lord Nose and the Bogies Greatest Tits', turned up the volume of the three amplifiers all the way, and seconds later a hundred and twenty decibels of 'We Don't Give A Shite' hit the golf course. We don't give a shite We don't give a shite We don't give a shite shite shite We don't give a shite In the middle of the night No we don't give a shite shite shite! We don't give a wank We don't give a wank We don't give a wank wank wank We don't give a wank In the middle of the bank No we don't give a wank wank wank! We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck fuck fuck We don't give a fuck In the middle of Tobruk No we don't give a fuck fuck fuck |