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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.

Read more: Two celebrities have made new allegations against Rolf Harris.

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?”

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.

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

Chorus
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

Chorus
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.

 

Want to read more about Rolf’s trial and sentencing?

Developments in the appeal of child self offender, Rolf Harris.

MIA: “I met Rolf when I was about 8 or 9.”

The turning point of the Rolf Harris trial: The moment they knew he was guilty.

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Top Comments

Tess Connellan 9 years ago

I didn't know they taught vermin how to write

Father Albert 9 years ago

He was an entertainer and he wrote a lot of songs. Or course he knew how to write.... ?

Ohhhhhh oh ah hahahahaha hahahah I get it. You didn't mean it literally. Clever.

Alice O 9 years ago

"Ohhhhhh oh ah hahahahaha hahahah" in response to an article (and seemingly in defensive of??) a man who sexually abused multiple children? He was convicted - its' not speculation or rumours. Sort yourself out, troll.


guest 9 years ago

You just mentioned that it was "alledgedly" his letter. how about we not give this the time of day until it's been confirmed?? As you state at the beginning of the article, it could be triggering for some, so why even talk about it?

Me 9 years ago

They throw in the allegedly just to cover their basis. Every news source has confirmed his his song/letter - no one has suggested it might not be. A convicted sex offender publishing offensive comments about his victims is news. If you don't want to read about it, don't.