Happy Mondays - Total Ringo lyrics
[Happy Mondays - Total Ringo lyrics]
That's sickly clean This mild and meek I
Could launch it with a poker
No danger for a weekend It opens
It's mouth Theres 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
Theres no room it's 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 it's next week then Ad you
Swear you naughty meathead 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 Theres no room Its just
Pure art room Its dangerous
To let the freaky dink in Chopper up, cooker
Give me some more smother I
Can't stand the thought
Of the dwarf bein a mother Is this love, man
It's pure hate If you
Put it on the table It'll be to
Late Is this love, man No
It's pure hate It can't be
More simple Its there on
A plate Is this love man No it ain't
Could launch it with a poker
No danger for a weekend It opens
It's mouth Theres 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
Theres no room it's 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 it's next week then Ad you
Swear you naughty meathead 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 Theres no room Its just
Pure art room Its dangerous
To let the freaky dink in Chopper up, cooker
Give me some more smother I
Can't stand the thought
Of the dwarf bein a mother Is this love, man
It's pure hate If you
Put it on the table It'll be to
Late Is this love, man No
It's pure hate It can't be
More simple Its there on
A plate Is this love man No it ain't