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

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

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

You try hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of form
A of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have 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 week
And you swear, you naughty
What in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

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

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

up, cooker, give me some smother
I stand 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 pure
It can't be more simple, it's there on a

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