Pub quiz night tonight, but before I go
I'll write this, and I'll convert one more disc
The next vinyl record I'll turn into
A digital audio file is a mix
Of mainly eighties John Peel session tracks
What on earth is that racket from next door?
Sounds like they've got their sound system on max
With some computer game, tremendous roar
And rumble, repetitive noise, a bore
To listen to it, but I won't have to
When I put that disc on, and then I'll nix
It even better by going out for
That quiz in West Didsbury by yellow
Tram (to Burton Road). But what will be asked?
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