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They need to arrange to have someone shank this sick piece of filth.

rolf harris

Why? Because of this:

Convicted paedophile Rolf Harris has written a vile song from his prison cell, sickeningly castigating his victims as money-grabbing mercenaries intent on claiming compensation.

Harris, 84, targeted girls as young as seven, but in his lyrics he displays no remorse for his crimes. Instead, he callously describes the victims whose lives he wrecked as ?woodworms? who have ?climbed up out of the woodwork from 40 years ago?.

In his misogynistic rant, he shamelessly sneers at the women he indecently assaulted, saying: ?Perhaps you think you?re pretty still, some perfumed sultry wench?? ?

The words are contained in a letter Harris sent from Stafford prison to someone close to him. He was so appalled at its contents that he passed it to The Mail on Sunday.

In the letter Harris insists he will record the song ?the moment I get out?, arrogantly assuming he will get parole and walk free ?towards the end of 2017?.

Astonishingly, the former children?s entertainer also talks of ?the injustice? of his incarceration and of his cushy life behind bars.

His loathsome song prompted Liz Dux, a solicitor from Slater and Gordon, who represents his victims, to call for him to be denied parole, especially as many of his victims have spent years in therapy to cope with the aftermath of his abuse.


But it is his song that is the most sickening aspect of his correspondence. In rhyming couplets, his sneering lyrics begin: ?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 to grab your chance. Clap eyes on a rich celebrity and make the bastard dance.?

Writing about 20 alleged victims who have come forward since he was convicted and are pursuing compensation, Harris continues: ?My guess is they?ll slide after you [his original accusers] all following your stench.?

He describes the women?s quest for justice and for compensation by saying: ?Join the feeding frenzy, girls.?

And the chorus of the song which is unfinished and as yet untitled, reads: ?Make him squirm, slimy little woodworm, make him squirm, squirm, squirm.

?Sink your claws right in to the hilt, don?t let him go.?


Pedo scumbag. I hope he rots in jail. He certainly needs his creepy pedo?smile wiped off his creepy pedo face.


– Daily Mail