Mention the Lord of the Rings one more time
And I'll more than likely kill you.
"More cock, more cock, Michael, more cock" you fervently moan.
Is this a {? wot ? that you sholve down my throat,
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium.
Chorus:
And all those people
Who you, romantically,
Like to still believe are alive,
Are dead!
So I'll wipe my snots
On the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster
On the wall.
God, I could murder a {? Cadbury's Flake ?!
Then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven.
Or maybe you would because they're like' there to promote oral sex!
A Romani beams in a field with her paints,
Suggesting we faint at her beauty,
But she's got "Dickie Davis Eyes!"
Chorus x 2
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Half Man Half Biscuit - Dyou Ken Ted Mould Lyrics
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Mention the Lord of the Rings one more time
And I'll more than likely kill you.
"More cock, more cock, Michael, more cock" you fervently moan.
Is this a {? wot ? that you sholve down my throat,
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium.
Chorus:
And all those people
Who you, romantically,
Like to still believe are alive,
Are dead!
So I'll wipe my snots
On the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster
On the wall.
God, I could murder a {? Cadbury's Flake ?!
Then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven.
Or maybe you would because they're like' there to promote oral sex!
A Romani beams in a field with her paints,
Suggesting we faint at her beauty,
But she's got "Dickie Davis Eyes!"
Chorus x 2
And I'll more than likely kill you.
"More cock, more cock, Michael, more cock" you fervently moan.
Is this a {? wot ? that you sholve down my throat,
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium.
Chorus:
And all those people
Who you, romantically,
Like to still believe are alive,
Are dead!
So I'll wipe my snots
On the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster
On the wall.
God, I could murder a {? Cadbury's Flake ?!
Then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven.
Or maybe you would because they're like' there to promote oral sex!
A Romani beams in a field with her paints,
Suggesting we faint at her beauty,
But she's got "Dickie Davis Eyes!"
Chorus x 2