think I'll bake him a big cherry pie
Maybe whip up some cream on the side.
Add a hot cup of joe
And some cookies to go
With me along for the ride
I'm partial to a drink about now
Its red for me now don't lets row....
I'm partial to a drink about now
Its red for me now don't lets row....
Just poor me one
Won't you Hon?
I'll thank you with a bow
The forest trees are white with snow
The forest trees are white with snow
The branches so heavy and low
The forest trees are white with snow
The branches so heavy and low
They break and they crack,
And I must go back
The forest trees are white with snow
The branches so heavy and low
They break and they crack,
And I must go back
If I can only get enough dough
The secret of making bread rise
Is only known to the wise....
The secret of making bread rise
Is known to only the wise
And I knead the knack
Cause my baps are all slack
And taste awful, to no-one's surprise
They're more like chapatis than rolls
They're more like chapatis than rolls
Or like bread that's been sat on by trolls.
They're more like chapatis than rolls
Or like bread that's been sat on by trolls
If you give them a knead
they'll grow up from seed
and in the garden they'll turn into in bowls
Set your junk at the curbside for pick-up
Set your junk at the curbside for pick-up
said the bum with a sneer and a hiccup
recycle your glass
Set your junk at the curbside for pick-up
said the bum with a sneer and a hiccup
recycle your glass
And don't make a pass
At Bonnie. Or Clyde. "It's a stick-up!"
How'd we get from garbage to hoodlums?
How'd we get from garbage to hoodlums?
They frighten my poor lickle poodlums.
How'd we get from garbage to hoodlums?
They frighten my poor lickle poodlums.
Safety they compromise
Make insurance rates rise
They need to be knocked in their noodlums!
An arrow plucked from Cupid's quiver
An arrow plucked from Cupids quiver
always make my senses shiver
An arrow plucked from Cupids quiver
always make my senses shiver
But shot in the heart
With an English pub dart
Dipped in dark beer hurts my liver
Now William Tell had good aim,
Now William Tell had good aim,
His cross-bow bore his name
Now William Tell had good aim,
His cross-bow bore his name
The bolt from the bow
Three times in a row
Now William Tell had good aim,
His cross-bow bore his name
The bolt from the bow
Three times in a row
Struck the apple off his young son's mane.
So many times Cupid's arrow has struck me
So many times Cupid's arrow has struck me
and from everyday life it surely has plucked me
It's such a small sting
when the arrow does sing
like my fluttering heart when my love whispers "f*ck me"
Such language is surely offensive
Such language is surely offensive
troopers use such expletive
their language is blue
but what can we do
Such language is surely offensive
troopers use such expletive
their language is blue
but what can we do
cover your ears if you're sensitive
Daggers of ice, hanging from the roof
