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That's sickly clean, this mild and
I could launch it a poker, no danger for a weekend
It its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it a poker, no joker for a weekday

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no
Here goes a freak

How fools do you get in the school
Of an county classroom?
All the things going on inside bill bong
no room, it's just pure art room

You try very hard to get right
To imitate some of life form
A matter of fact, without any
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been

bong, no danger
Bing bong, the freak

mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the down , set out to bugger
Sweet pen and ink
How do you a bulldog think?

Happy Christmas, I said, not to then
Happy Christmas, when's it's next then
And you swear, you naughty
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a Ted

Bing bong, the
Bing bong, no

How fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county
All the things on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these [Incomprehensible] to think?
freak pen and ink
It's to let the freaky dink in

Chopper up, cooker, give me smother
I can't the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother

Is this love, man, it's hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be to
Is this love, man? No, it's hate
It can't be more simple, it's on a plate

Is this love man? No it
Is this love, man? No, pure hate
Is love, man?