Тексты песен «Lawnmower Deth»

All right me old asswipe With your blinded vision Starring out of your Tunnelled blinkered world, Narrow Mindered Blinkered Fool, It's no surprise to me That you can barely see More than three or four feet Right in...

It's the time Last orders chime Closing time, Toll the bell, Don't panic, Last order bell, Before I roam I feel my mouth Begin to foam, It's not too late To get some tins Seal my fate, I need to quench my raging thirst...

A said Bob What you doin' there Sat in the fridge With your balding greasy hair Lookin' like a doughnut Big fat and blown up, A said What ya trying to do Give me a scare Sitting there With raspberries in your hair,...

It's that time of year, It's time to go abroad, It's time to go on holiday, And visit Betty Ford's. Get some beers right down my neck, I'm gonna get right out of my head, I can't help it, I'mnot pure But Betty Ford's...

Cobwoman of substance Bring me a cheese scone, Filled with yummy entrails, Let me dvour your ice cream buns. Peroy Thrower hamburgers dear, Pork pies filled with Roy Kinnear, Annie Lenox little baby, Covered with orions...

Cobwoman of substance Bring me a cheese scone, Filled with yummy entrails, Let me dvour your ice cream buns. Peroy Thrower hamburgers dear, Pork pies filled with Roy Kinnear, Annie Lenox little baby, Covered with orions...

(Originally performed by The Osmonds) There's a message floatin' in the air. Comes from, Crazy horses ridin' everywhere. It's a warning, it's in every tongue. Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run. (CHORUS) What a...

Stood next to me, The first degree, I saw the fall, And hit the floor. Did you spill my pint? I've got no beer, It means I'm queer, I'll start a fight, Punch out your lights. Did you eat my Dou-bial...

Who cares, if it's fiction of fact? The editorial management, they know where it's at, Power to crush, power to praise, They are lost in a dimwitted daze, Originallity really sucks, don't mean nothing in their books,...

Went out drinking late last night Had some beers it affectd my sight Stopped by the I was for jumping a light Took down the station and read my rights, he said, drunk in charge of an ugly face you're banned for life its...

It's been a while Since you last met me Aeons ago On ooh crikey, Right back then I was a boring git Who had a social life As rare as a rocking horse shit, Bob fucking Catley Was bardly the word Nuno Bettencourt A right...

Is that your gut? Or the front of a bus? You should be ashamed of yourself. You look like a baloon, 'Cos you're so full of lard, It's good for none of our health. You fat bastard Facist and...

Is that your gut? Or the front of a bus? You should be ashamed of yourself. You look like a baloon, 'Cos you're so full of lard, It's good for none of our health. You fat bastard Facist and...

I've paid my money So where's my swag I've paid good money For a regal shag, You're breasts are pert And you smell so sweet So why do you wash My rancid feet, I fell for you my love And your girl like charm It's a shame...

Too much too high You smoke, you die Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob, Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob, You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob. Just one...

Goldfish podge Keeper of the deep Knows to take His two vedge and meat, Give him burgers In a nice fresh bun Set the cat on him See the fucker run, Knick Knack paddy wack Give the fish a bone You fat bastard Your...

One, two, three, four. My name's Mr. Normaltyon, I'm just an ordinary typr of bloke, My life's mundane, I hate my job, My life's mundane, I'm uch a knob. I don't go icky ficky, I don't go icky ficky ficky I don't go...

I'm a sick and perverted man I get my kicks with a watering can A length of hose to make things flow A one man anal fountain show, A bowel of water to be let out Let me pull on your sphinctal spout, I'm the Illinois...

I spend all my money On beer, sweeties and porn I part with cash with china milkwomen Rocking until the dawn, I wake with an overhang Sore knob and a beer back Did I really spend all that dosh In a frenzied moolah...

My boss at work, Is such a twat, He wants to spank my bottom, With a cricket bat. He says he'll use, A Gunn and Moore, And spank my bottom 'till, It's really sore. Ooh he spanks me more and more, 'Till my bottom bleeds...