Our Friends The Filth
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Our Friends The Filth
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He's a marine commander in a submarine world
And he knows what he's after he's a tank driving man
He talked to orcas - they told him whoppers.
He's wearing flippers he's got an optical correcter on his goggles
His mind's a blank he's only thinking of his duty to the folks back home
He watches the boats as he floats down the Danube
He's been making a living giving businessmen head.
He's anti-grav, he's underwater
Oo floating around in a state of confusion
In the bath can't find the plug hole
They took one look they sank his boat
Hair kelp gator-breath death in the basement
Disaster in the Mediterranean
Hair kelp gator-breath death in the basement
Disaster in the Mediterranean
Hair kelp gator-breath death in the basement
Disaster in the Mediterranean
Hold down, turtle down down, death in the basement,
Disaster in the Mediterranean
Swim
(female: it's a nice place to visit x8)
Like a Ninja Simone
With a cold-hearted stare
Came a terrible rage
On a squid in a mood.
Our friends the filth are only geezers:
They use their tweezers
Well it seemed a shame to move it
Ed lived next door
Said use a plunger
Dogboy gets his biscuit and the cake gets bigger
You want it mad I'll give you barmey
You want it rough go join the Army
You want absurd I'll give you barmey
You want it rough go join the Army
You want real life I'll give you barmey
You want it rough go join the Air Force
You want absurd I'll give you barmey
You want it rough go join the Air Force
You want my name I can't remember
You want my vote you'll have to pay me
You want my car you'll have to drive me
You want my number you'll have to find me
You want it now I'll see you later
You want it large you'll have to feed it
You want it mad it mad I'll give you donuts
You want it fresh you'll have to keep it in the bath
sample: [cheering]
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