My wife is famous for her nostrils
To see them will cost you 100 australs
They’re big, deep and hairy
But their teeth you should be wary
And don’t describe her nose as conirostral!
My dinner is now getting cold
My dinner is now getting cold
Like revenge, now, before I get old!
My dinner is now getting cold
Like revenge, now, before I get old!
On those abominable gnomes
My dinner is now getting cold
Like revenge, now, before I get old!
On those abominable gnomes
in their garden homes
My dinner is now getting cold
Like revenge, now, before I get old!
On those abominable gnomes
in their garden homes
Let me eat! If I may be so bold.
One question, 'ere I go to bed
One question, 'ere I go to bed
Is it true, is God really dead?
One question, 'ere I go to bed
Is it true, is God really dead?
Or just pining for the fjords
One question, 'ere I go to bed
Is it true, is God really dead?
Or just pining for the fjords
While strumming rock cords
One question, 'ere I go to bed
Is it true, is God really dead?
Or just pining for the fjords
While strumming rock cords
Either way, he’s a legend. ‘Nuff said.
The milk in my fridge has turned green
The milk in my fridge has turned green
and smells something like gasoline
The milk in my fridge has turned green
and smells something like gasoline
There’s fuzz on the cheese
The milk in my fridge has turned green
And smells something like gasoline
There’s fuzz on the cheese
And freezerburned are my peas
The milk in my fridge has turned green
And smells something like gasoline
There’s fuzz on the cheese
And freezerburned are my peas
But I’m thrilled to have one fresh green bean
My cat has a taste for warm blood
My cat has a taste for warm blood
Which I might want to nip in the bud.
My cat has a taste for warm blood
Which I might want to nip in the bud.
I live in great fear
My cat has a taste for warm blood
Which I might want to nip in the bud.
I live in great fear
She’ll gnaw off my ear
My cat has a taste for warm blood
Which I might want to nip in the bud.
I live in great fear
She’ll gnaw off my ear
It will hit the ground with a THUD!
The truth is, I really love dogs
The truth is, I really love dogs
My weird girlfriend, however, likes frogs
The truth is, I really love dogs
My weird girlfriend, however, likes frogs
Her fave, Fred, is a singer
The truth is, I really love dogs
My weird girlfriend, however, likes frogs
Her fave, Fred, is a singer
Green, but a dead-ringer