Breathe Through My Ears

Now I don't own a mantion, just an old caravan,

That's been 'round Australia, four times,

And I'm not all that handsome, and I burn, I don't tan,

And I'd rather drink beer, than drink wine,

I don't play much sport, except for snooker, and darts,

And I worry, 'bout losin' me hair,

But I've got a tongue, that's ten inches long,

And I've learned to breathe, through me ears.

I'm not all that tall, I've got no class at all,

But I can make, almost any girl swoon,

I can't fight for shit, in fact I cry, if I'm hit,

But I can lick, any cunt, in the room,

I buy all me gear, from St. Vincent to Paul,

I'm not trendy, but I don't really care,

'Cause I've got a tongue, that's ten inches long,

And I've learned to breathe, through me ears.

I was born with fuck all, and I'll die just as poor,

Still the sheilas, keep hangin', around,

They giggle, and the riggle, and they sigh and they moan,

As I just sit there, just lickin' me brow,

I don't need much bread, but I'm always well fed,

Though I haven't worked now, in years,

'Cause I've got a tongue, that's ten inches long,

And I've learned to breathe, through me ears.

Yes I've got a tongue, hehehehe, that's ten inches long,

And I've learned to breathe, through me ears.