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

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

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

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

bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet

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

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

bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no

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

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

Chopper up, cooker, give me some
I can't stand the 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, pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's on a plate

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