There is an old festival site/
They call it the Isle of Wight/
Where the cars are all stuck/
In a torrent of muck/
& the people are knee-deep in shite.
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There is an old festival site/
They call it the Isle of Wight/
Where the cars are all stuck/
In a torrent of muck/
& the people are knee-deep in shite.
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