My tops off - I'm a goose pimpled god!
Upon my girth rests the earth, gunna give it what I've got
The messed bottom bunked bed of the dead
This fouled fallen nest, this dried up drooping breast.
I hold my hips at this comic apocalypse,
The world's a whoopee wibbling wantlingly
On my crooked seat.
My tops off - I'm a goose pimpled god!
I'll quiver the jellies of every heavy and every bully that I might cross...
Defunk the junk that saddens me on my telly
Let all the babies suckle bare bummed and comfy
Gullet without bullet (NO!)
Lab without rat (NO!)
Splat goes the council flat !
No criminal No cooper No court No cage
My tops off - I'm a goose pimpled god!
Upon my girth rests the earth, gunna give it what I've got
The messed bottom bunk bed of the dead
This fouled fallen nest, this dried up drooping breast
I curl like a cripp' at this gruesome gambit
The fit and the able scrap for crumbs beneath my limp legged table
My tops off - I'm a goose pimpled god!
I'll quiver the jellies of every heavy and every bully that I might cross...
Defunk the junk that saddens me on my telly
Let all the babies suckle bare bummed and comfy
Gullet without bullet (NO!)
Lab without rat (NO!)
Splat goes the council flat !
No criminal No cooper No court No cage
My tops off - I'm a goose pimpled god!
Upon my girth rests the earth I'm gunna give it what I've got
When all that is precious, all that love, is just a shoulder shrugged
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