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

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

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

You try very hard to get that
To imitate some kind of form
A of fact, without any tact
You can go on you, you shouldn't have been burn

Bing bong, no
bong, the sweet freak

Diggers mothers, switch on the
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

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

How many fools do you get in the
Of an county [Incomprehensible]?
All the going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just pure art

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these dogs to think?
Sweet pen and ink
dangerous to let the freaky dink in

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

Is love, man, it's pure hate
If you put it on the table, be to late
Is this love, man? No, it's hate
It be more simple, it's there on a plate

Is love man? No it ain't
Is this love, No, it's pure hate
Is love, man?