In the queue outside Kwik-E-Mart
Lisa turned round to face Bart
She said love will tear us apart
But you can put the Hoover ’round. If you want to make a start.
Punch me in the cakehole, poke me in the eye,
slap me round the fizzog with a squishy fishy pie.
Jiggle up my wiggle with a frizzy-wizzy comb,
throw me through a window when the cows come home.
Wrap me in a parcel, pop me in the post,
send me to the seaside on a slice of mouldy toast.
Biff me on my barnet with a bucket full of foam,
chuck me down a staircase when the cows come home.
In the queue outside Kwik-E-Mart
Lisa turned round to face Bart
She said love will tear us apart
But you can put the Hoover ’round. If you want to make a start.
We’ll never get out of here alive
Said Crazy Frog to the Bunny called Jive
You make 5ive sound like Slowdive
And I’ve got the voice of a beehive
When the sun is just arisin’
The coffee smell is appetisin’
The bowl of muesli’s got no flies in
More fool he who simply lies in
Bed
Hai-choo!
Punch me in the cakehole, poke me in the eye,
slap me round the fizzog with a squishy fishy pie.
Jiggle up my wiggle with a frizzy-wizzy comb,
throw me through a window when the cows come home.
Wrap me in a parcel, pop me in the post,
send me to the seaside on a slice of mouldy toast.
Biff me on my barnet with a bucket full of foam,
chuck me down a staircase when the cows come home.