I'm a sick and perverted man I get my kicks with a watering can A length of hose to make things flow A one man anal fountain show, A bowel of water to
It's the time Last orders chime Closing time, Toll the bell, Don't panic, Last order bell, Before I roam I feel my mouth Begin to foam, It's not too late
Pointy teeth as sharp as blades, Ray Reardon haircut fallen from grace, Pointy sticks - they make him mad, 'Cos Dracula was our Ray's dad. Spook, Pery
It's that time of year, It's time to go abroad, It's time to go on holiday, And visit Betty Ford's. Get some beers right down my neck, I'm gonna get right
Scene, What scene?
All year long we get a rough deal, Chewing at grass, enslaved in fields, Mowers in jumpers we're destined to be Slaughtered and turned into Big Mac of
Can I cultivate your groinal garden?
I've paid my money So where's my swag I've paid good money For a regal shag, You're breasts are pert And you smell so sweet So why do you wash My rancid
When King Arthur sat down, On the river bank, He had a mighty vision, It really was quite wank. Lancer with your zancer Oi, Arthur, Come over here, Take
Weebles wobble but they don't fall down Weebles are around, Don't fall down Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble,Weeble wobble, Weeble wobble,Weeble
of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower Rape the virgin, Blades destroy the cross, Blood, gore and carnage, The lawnmower mosh. Enter the church of the Apocalyptic Lawnmower
Stood next to me, The first degree, I saw the fall, And hit the floor. Did you spill my pint? I've got no beer, It means I'm queer, I'll start a fight
Don't talk to me about your scene, And that anarcho ideas are more than dreams, You've got a board and a baseball hat, Don't fill me with your right on
Too much too high You smoke, you die Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob, Flying killer cobs from the planet
Deth meets Mr. Smellymop With this cheese cob I'll save the nation, Save my tummy from starvation. Do you wanna thrash? Cobwoman of Deth meets Mr. Smellymop
My boss at work, Is such a twat, He wants to spank my bottom, With a cricket bat. He says he'll use, A Gunn and Moore, And spank my bottom 'till, It's
One, two, three, four. My name's Mr. Normaltyon, I'm just an ordinary typr of bloke, My life's mundane, I hate my job, My life's mundane, I'm uch a knob
Big and fat and bouncy, Rectangle on the floor, You bounce and bouncer, 'Till you can't take anymore, You'll bounce for ever, you try and look so mean