Total Ringo

That's sickly clean

This mild and meek I could launch it with a poker

No danger for a weekend It opens its mouth

There's no words, just a squeak I could launch it with a poker

No joker for a weekday

Bing bong the weekday

Bing bong no danger

Here goes a sweet freak

How many fools do you get in school

In an English county classroom

All the things going on inside your billbong

There's no room its just pure art room

You try very hard to get that right

To imitate some kind of life form

A matter of fact without and tact

You can go on back you

Shouldn't have been burn

Diggers mothers switch on the cooker

Get the hillbillies down

Set out to bugger

Sweet freak pen and ink

How do you make a bulldog think

Happy Christmas I said

Not to speak then

Happy Christmas whens its next week then

And you swear you naughty meat head

What sleeps in your bed Is got to be a Greek ted

How many fools do you get in a school

In an english county

All the things going on inside your built bomb

There's no room

Its just pure art room

Its dangerous to let the freaky dink in Chopper up, cooker,

Give me some more smother

I cant stand the thought of the dwarf bein a mother

Is this love, man, its pure hate

If you put it on the table

It'll be to late

Is this love, man

No, its pure hate

It cant be more simple

Its there on a plate Is this love man

No it ain't.