Paedophile Rolf Harris mocks his victims with a new song.


The disgraced former entertainer has written a piece that will make your blood boil.

Trigger warning: This post includes details that may be distressing for survivors of child abuse.

Artist and television entertainer Rolf Harris was jailed in July last year for five years and nine months after he was found guilty of 12 charges of indecently assaulting four girls in the UK between 1968 and 1986.

The 84-year-old lodged an appeal in August which was later revoked, and since then has been very little word about Mr. Harris. Until now.

Rolf Harris was a famous children’s entertainer.

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A letter, alleged to have been written by Rolf Harris from behind bars, was handed into the The Mail on Sunday, a Scottish newspaper.

It contains a whole host of disturbing lyrics, but most disgustingly refers to Harris’ victims as “money-grabbing wenches.”

One line of the song reads: “Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still, some perfumed sultry wench?”

Rolf Harris before he abandoned his appeal.

While other lines say: “Make him burn, get your 50-year-old hooks into his dough.

“Make him burn, burn, burn. Come and join the feeding frenzy, girls.”

Read more: Dealing with the happy memories of a disgraced Rolf Harris.

The Mail on Sunday ran the entire letter in their paper, which was then posted onto Twitter.

Rolf Harris’ jail song. Via Twitter.

According to Yahoo News, the full lyrics to the repulsive song are as follows:

Climb up out of the woodwork babe
From forty years ago
The climate’s great in Britain now
For making loads of dough
You’ve festered down there long enough
Time’s right o grab your chance
Clap eyes on a rich celebrity
And make the bastard dance

Make him squirm, slimy little woodworm
Make him squirm, squirm, squirm
Sink your claws right in to the hill, don’t like him go

(Group) No! No!

Make him burn, burn, burn,
Slimy little woodworm, make him burn
Get your fifty-years-old hooks into his dough

(Group) Go baby go

The old bandwagon you crawled out of
(Rotten to the core)
Conceals a host of foul accusers
Twenty maybe more
My guess is they’ll slide after you
All following your stench
Perhaps you believe you’re pretty still
Some perfumed sultry wench

Make him squirm
I can hear you singing
Make him squirm, squirm, squirm
Just imagine all of the money waiting there

(Group) Oh Yeah

Make him burn, burn, burn
Come and join the feeding frenzy girls,
Don’t miss out, come on join me for your share

(Group) Put it there


In sentencing Harris for his crimes, Justice Sweeney made particular note of Harris’s lack of remorse for his crimes.

“Your reputation lies in ruins, you have been stripped of your honours but you have no one to blame but yourself,” he said.

No remorse, no empathy, no respect and no dignity.


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