He's a radio presenter as rich as can be, living his life in pure luxury
Playing our tunes, talking of life
Wonderful kids and a happy wife
Wouldn't it be grand to work on radio 2, wouldn't it be great to be like you
Charming and happy, a ginger hair fool
Spinning the tracks for each and us all
It's fun to listen, it's good to hear
Listening to music and all the good cheer, keep it going, keep it real
With lively chat and a fun filled thrill
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Chris Evans
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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