By Tikum Mbah Azonga
No, I won`t board the sinking ship
Once bitten, twice shy
And that`s where I stand
Even if I stand alone.
Enough of Southampton
Why on earth must I vomit twice
On the same spot?
Nay, let`s swing around and head straight for the north
They won`t get us, even if they give chase
I`m not ready yet.