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

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

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

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

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 make a bulldog

Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when's next week then
And you swear, you meathead
What sleeps in 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 going on inside your bomb
There's no room, it's pure art room

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

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

Is this love, man, it's pure
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, No, it's pure hate
Is this love,