I don’t know what to do ‘bout my cyst
Should I pinch it and give it a twist?
Or lance with a pin?
Or burn off the skin
I don’t know what to do ‘bout my cyst
Should I pinch it and give it a twist?
Or lance with a pin?
Or burn off the skin
Or go see a dermatologist?
Betty loves a red-headed guy
Betty loves a red-headed guy
('Though I’m fairly sure it’s a dye)
Betty loves a red-headed guy
('Though I’m fairly sure it’s a dye)
His name is Archie
Betty loves a red-headed guy
('Though I’m fairly sure it’s a dye)
His name is Archie
And he lives in Karachi
Betty loves a red-headed guy
('Though I’m fairly sure it’s a dye)
His name is Archie
And he lives in Karachi
In a small hut on mountain high
I once tried to climb Mount Everest
I once tried to climb Mount Everest
I heard the view up there is the best
I once tried to climb Mount Everest
I heard the view up there is the best
But I tripped on a corpse
I once tried to climb Mount Everest
I heard the view up there is the best
But I tripped on a corpse;
The thin air, one’s mind warps;
I once tried to climb Mount Everest
I heard the view up there is the best
But I tripped on a corpse;
The thin air, one’s mind warps;
and I left feeling rather depressed
Everything I own is in my back pocket
Everything I own is in my back pocket
Including my three sixteenths socket
Everything I own is in my back pocket
Including my three sixteenths socket
Plus my pet bumblebee
Everything I own is in my back pocket
Including my three sixteenths socket
Plus my pet bumblebee
And my wife the banshee
Everything I own is in my back pocket
Including my three sixteenths socket
Plus my pet bumblebee
And my wife the banshee
When they buzz and they scream I just block it.
Oh my lord! I’m horribly late
Oh my lord! I’m horribly late
I’m left pounding my fists on the gate
Oh my lord! I’m horribly late
I’m left pounding my fists on the gate
As the Titanic sails away
Oh my lord! I’m horribly late
I’m left pounding my fists on the gate
As the Titanic sails away
I fall to my knees and pray
Oh my lord! I’m horribly late
I’m left pounding my fists on the gate
As the Titanic sails away
I fall to my knees and pray
That it will be back. I can wait.
There once was a boy named Robby
There once was a boy named Robby
With a most lascivious hobby
There once was a boy named Robby
With a most lascivious hobby
He cuddled with squirrels