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Текст песни "Oh, Mr. Peanut" |
OI, rotten hat
WhereÂ'd you get that hair-cut
Brent Cross Shopping Centre?
I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult
Oh, Mr. Sound Nasty
A bit of give and take
You call me a divvy
And I think youÂ're a snake
Oh, Mr. Nitty Crouch
Come on for heavenÂ'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. Pastry Draws
You havenÂ't got a clue
So stick you finger up your nose
And paint your money blue
I saw the score of course you must joking
Oh yeah my lad you must be up the creek
WhatÂ's forcing you on that finger that youÂ're poking
That finger stands to reason so to speak
Oh, Mr. Horrible mess
ThatÂ's enough of that
YouÂ'll call me a ninny
And youÂ're a stupid twat
Oh, Mr. DogÂ's Breath
Why don't you piss right off
Stick your finger up your nose you toff
I saw the score I know that youÂ're a jubbly
Oh yeah my lad for certain that youÂ're cracked
WhatÂ's forcing you, you look a little bit wobbly
Let me suggest you put your finger back
For all your larks and fancies you ainÂ't nothing but a creep
YouÂ're mouth is full a sugar, youÂ'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
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