| Come my lucien come and gloat |
| All our boys are still in tow |
| Hack, hack, hacking off their nose |
| Went and pissed on all the show |
| You’re pollution and I know |
| You couldn’t blow, blow your loaf |
| Become one pretty tickle son |
| Plastic grasper is at the punch |
| Mummy money don’t you blush |
| Hack, hack, hack who’d ever thought |
| Went and pissed on all the bores |
| You’re pollution and I know |
| You couldn’t blow, blow your loaf |
| Each dilution wasn’t slow as the |
| Chunks went cold. |
| Mystic Lisper is in the pink |
| Mummy money don’t you blink |
| Hack, hack, hack who’d ever think |
| Went and pissed on all the stink |
| You couldn’t blow, blow your loaf |
| You couldn’t blow or be told |