I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy
Here's one good goon that we can't blame

Hey they all cry
Here's one for the fruit-bin

Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La la la

Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled
Sack sack sack
Thinks my god, did I marry
That that that?

She canned that marriage
Out of sight
When she found a testicle
In the mouth of Mr Right
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Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La la la

I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy
Here's one good goon that we can't blame

Hey they all cry
Here's one for the fruit-bin

Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La la la

Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled
Sack sack sack
Thinks my god, did I marry
That that that?

Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
Look at him, look at him
Shake shake shake