Mention the Lord Of The Rings just once more and I’ll more than likely kill you
More cock, more cock, Michael Moorcock you fervently moan
Is this a wok that you shove down my throat or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore’s head looks uncannily like London Planetarium
And all the people who you romantically
Like to still believe are alive are dead
So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall
God, I could murder a Cadbury’s Flake but then I guess you wouldn’t let me into heaven?
Or maybe you would, ‘cos their adverts promote oral sex
A Romany bint in a field with her paints, suggesting we faint at her beauty
But she’s got Dickie Davies eyes
And all the people who you romantically
Like to still believe are alive are dead
So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall
And all the people who you romantically
Like to still believe are alive are dead
So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall
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