Thought I'd do you guys a little song about Rob, you can put your own tune to it.
He came one morning to Rotherham with his builder's bag in tow,
He had no cash and he lived on trash and his head was hanging low,
OH!
His arm was strong and his tongue was long
And he never shut his gob.
He robbed the poor and he kept the swag
And his name was Builder Rob.
The cops they followed in hot pursuit
So to London town he fled,
He did each task covered in a mask
For a price was on his head,
OH! His arm was strong and his tongue was long
And he did a cracking job.
He robbed the rich but the poor got nowt,
And his name was Builder Rob.
(Sad music plays)
This story ends in great tragedy,
They beheaded him......
No chance!
The jammy s*d won the lottery,
Now he owns the South of France.
OHHHH...
His arm was strong and his tongue was long,
And he's doing a cracking job
He's walled up Vanessa Paradis,
SO we all love Builder Rob!
(Why does everybody hate poor Vanessa?)