[Kim Wilde] Looking out a dirty old window. Down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why. Friday night and everyone
I spend all my money On beer, sweeties and porn I part with cash with china milkwomen Rocking until the dawn, I wake with an overhang Sore knob and a
[Kim Wilde]
Went out drinking late last night Had some beers it affectd my sight Stopped by the I was for jumping a light Took down the station and read my rights
When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch, You couldn't believe a rabbit looked to butch, His muscles ripped, there is death within his eyes, Other forms
A said Bob What you doin' there Sat in the fridge With your balding greasy hair Lookin' like a doughnut Big fat and blown up, A said What ya trying to
Bring back denim With lovely patches on And stupid girly bonnets And Donny Osmond, Do you really know What I'd like to twat Are those seventies glam bands
It's been a while Since you last met me Aeons ago On ooh crikey, Right back then I was a boring git Who had a social life As rare as a rocking horse shit
I hate comics, they suck the big one, I long for the day when marvel is long gone, Comics are for pre-pubescent moronic slime Who've got nothing better
All right me old asswipe With your blinded vision Starring out of your Tunnelled blinkered world, Narrow Mindered Blinkered Fool, It's no surprise to
Oooh yeah C'mon Wolf child, Cavernous An opening expanse Circle it With a macabre dance Ridicule That troubled furrow Wipe away Those tears of sorrow
Are we in it for the kids, No way, Frash for cash, Frash for cash
A four core cable with a copper screen It a makes me melt A like a warm ice cream A three pin plug with a negative earth Watch me swell to an amazing
She was just seventeen If you know what I mean When she appeared unclean In a gentlemen's magazine, I was at the barbers shop Getting my hair cut Picked
Goldfish podge Keeper of the deep Knows to take His two vedge and meat, Give him burgers In a nice fresh bun Set the cat on him See the fucker run, Knick
[Originally performed by The Osmonds] There's a message floatin' in the air. Comes from, Crazy horses ridin' everywhere. It's a warning, it's in every
Two slices of bread Loads of butter A big fat egg What's that make? Egg sandwich
Ay ay ay, Fookin' moo vit
