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Your support makes all the difference.In the week DJ Chris Evans left Radio 1
The Drivel Rides Out
Into a rusty sunset
Out of a four-day week
The last of the peak-time cowboys
Rode in a fit of pique
Over the Ratings Mountains
Down to the Double Bluff
Where seven grand a morning
Was simply not enough
The townsfolk saw the dust-cloud
And watched without a word
The silence broke as someone spoke:
That was Ginger Biz-kit
Or Don't Forget Your Comb
He shat on Auntie's doorstep
The guvnor's sent him home.
He's riding into Freelance
Across the interchange
To practice on the prairies
Beyond the Edmonds Range
The type of schoolroom antics
Which please the thick thirteens
Like plastic frogs please goldfish
Till darkness intervenes
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