You think it's new But it is not new I cannot wait To see the look on your face
Cos someone's going to break that bovine balloon Wrinkled little boxing glove Someone's gonna tell you "no, you can't" And I think you might explode
You think we're fools But we are not fools You think it's hard But you're doing the easiest thing
Someone's going to burst your blood blubber head Even little children see through you Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down And I think you might explode
So go home What's gone in the basement now Sing me a song from your dead eyed scroll Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole
I'm tired and you are ridiculous God for a clown and a clown for a pig Ever so small but you think you're as big I know!
You are ridiculous Rubbery legs gonna march all night Tell me again cos it makes me smile
