[Kyle]

Originally Posted by Lord Of The Garden

A voice from the valleys sings over the land
"Jemima you maketh my winky expand"
Then silence and sleeping, on bed or grey chair
For weeks we'd forgotten the lad was still there

A friendship with Callum, their jokes about sex
United by football and hatred of Dex
Then old Callum left and he sat there alone
We waited and hoped he'd come into his own

He disappeared magically, then used his loaf
Raining down judgment on Dexter and Soph
Onto the final he started to cruise
He knew that he'd win it, he never got boos

Now Sammy is laughing his way to the bank
But no single voter did he stop and thank

Like Anthony, Cameron and Rachel Rice
The quiet one won it, but wasn't so nice

Simple Minds likes this post