Oit, rotten hat Where´d you get that haircut? Brent Cross Shopping Centre? I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult
Oh, Mr. Shagnasty A bit of give and take You call me a divvy And I think you´re a snake
Oh, Mr. Knittingcrutch Come on for heaven´s sake Stick your finger up your nose ´Cos you give me the ache
Oh, Mr. Peanut I don´t like you at all Not only are they poisonous But your eyes are much too small
Oh, Mr. Pastrydraws You haven´t got a clue So stick you finger up your nose
And paint your money blue
I sure monsieur of course you must joking Oh yeah mein hier you must be up the creek What´s more signor the finger that you´re poking That finger stands to reason so to speak
Oh, Mr. Horribleness That´s enough of that You´ll call me a ninny And you´re a stupid twat
Oh, Mr. Horsebreath Why don´t you piss right off? Stick your finger up your nose you toff
I´m sure monsieur I know that you´re a jubbly Oh yeah mien hier for certain that you´re cracked
What´s more signor you look a little bit wobbly And we suggest you put your finger back
For all your life´s offences you ain´t nothing but a creep You´re mouth is full a sugar, you´re guts are fast asleep So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps I hate you Mr Peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah