Вступление
I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind.
I’d like to flush the demons from out of her mind,
I’d like to rescue her from unicyclists,
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, begone futon begone,
(x2)
Beyond the brook of eastern sages lies a stream.
A growing trend for people nowadays to say
“Don’t let my funeral be morose in any way”
I, I, I, I, I will always hate them
(x4)
I ask you now please Rock of Ages Cleft for Me.
The forty-third brown sign today
Tells me I could be on my way
To England’s crudest water wheel:
I’d rather take the bridleway
The one you turned down yesterday
To be with he who rules the roost at barbecues.
Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh,oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
Too many psychopaths, oo-ooh
Not enough cycle paths, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh.
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh...........