Here I sit in stinky vapour
Because some eegit stole the toilet paper
Should I lie, or
should I linger, Or
should I be forced to use my finger?
I shoot the hippopotomus
With bullets made from platinum
For if I had used leaded ones
His hide were sure to flatten ‘um!
I eat my peas with hunney,
I’ve done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife!
Im in a funny old mood
Funny old mood