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

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

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

You try very hard to get that
To imitate some kind of form
A matter of fact, any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't been burn

bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet

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

Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when's next week then
And you swear, you meathead
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 [Incomprehensible]?
All the things on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's pure art room

freak, pen and ink
How do we get these [Incomprehensible] 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 this love, man, pure hate
If you put it on the table, be to late
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, pure hate
Is love, man?