We can fly to the moon, we'll be higher than noon, Oh, the Tommy is sleeping in a snowbank tonight, ![]() You'll get hit with a piece of the pie-ie, Oh, the greengrocer's wishing on a rainbow today,Īnd it all goes along to the same jolly song, It's waiting to get its sticky claws in your hair! It's big and it's nasty and it's right over there, Well one little fairy, even one bull dyke, With his ass just as yellow as Fu Manchu!Ĭripple on the right foot, cripple on the left foot,Ĭrippled up both feet 'n' that makes three! One little chink run away from the railroad Well I never ever heard-it, sound-so-sweet,Įven down around the corner-on, Ba-sin Street,Īs now dat de rhythm's got me, chillun let'sĭown this toilet they say you are flushin'. Just a-thinkin' that whole-wide-world-can-sing, Pack up my Glad-stone, 'n' brush off my suit, Waitin' for some-thing, right outa the blue-oh honey Who'd ever think-it, could start-such-a-flap? Just piss on m' grave and car-ry on the show! It never does seem to matter if there's daaaanger,įor Danger's a roof I fell from long ago. I don't even get to ask for whom the bell's. ![]() Suffering what they ought to be themselves. Gather yer blooming arse up off the floor!Ĭolder than the hairs of a polar bear's ass!Ĭolder than the frost on a champagne glass!įellow that's having other peop-le's fantasies, Time to gather your arse up off the floor,īrush your teeth and go toddling off to war,īubbly wine and girls wiv lips so sweet-īut there's still the German or two to fight,Īnd then, as we may have suggested once before.
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