Lirieke:
Blockheads

Moments of sadness, moments of guilt Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt Chapter of incidents, chapter and verse Sub-heading chronic, paragraph

In the mirror, when I'm Debonair My reactions are my own affair A body likes to be near the bone Oh Nancy, Leslie, Jack and Joan I die when I'm alone,

Excuse me, excuse me Get right out of the way Quiet! (Flop-flops) I'm sorry, beg pardon The fault's entirely yours Quiet! (Big Chops) Your Highness,

Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed? Why don't you get back into bed? Reasons to be cheerful

In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick. South Street Romford, shopping arcade Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid Inside my jacket and away double

(spoken) Morning Reg, meat and two veg? He done him with a ten-pound sledge, he done himself a favour Crash! Forty-year old housewife Mrs Elizabeth Walk

So I?m screaming this to you, waaagh From the last place in the queue, waaah, waaah I really think you?d like me given half a chance But since we ain?

You're more than fair, you've got a gorgeous bum Why don't you come to my house and meet my mum? I like your titties, they're nice and small Let me have

Blue Gene baby Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender The beauties were brief Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine and a black