Lyrics

Forty ginger-headed whalors
Corping up the bloody hairy tee
Falling mailing uncle railers
Kissing all the manacles of tea
Rapes of god, in circus prod
The gasping women fined
Males skim, the vial gin
And flinch when others fie

Lemon-headed bandy-legged railers
Gourge on rips of lacrid uncles' tea
Fit for witch the bitch can kiss
A mile wits the bee
An opal flong, the courting wrong
The gammy fortune sellers ring the mine

Overthrow the rancid debt, lay skimmed in boin
The mortal phone, a rake of ledgers stings the eye
Forty-eight old ginger headed whalors
Skip the engine of the faulty eye


Eight five-head song, the rasking bong
Unseats the witty grueling dom.
An uncle fret, the wipe-held bet
Of ailing sucker-railing Numan eye

Lake Flaccid Greed, upheld the bead
Beneath the pigeons eye
The boy of foot, who raked the wheat
Cave sorely mimed the bide

Eight flits of reet, unspecial beast
Can fling luck's measured rasking bye
Lake glue-head chew, lake piss-meat whoo
Lake green old horrid tie

An ordered stack, the rampant bat
The flank of racy collumns of the dude
Uphead the wan, new piston cam
Of phallic risk that stench can never sue

An ordered rest, and ordered peck
An orange made of fillings raised and slew
Like raining wheat, like railing deet
The manticore of risk, hold women to your spy

An ocean split, the drug-wed mitt
Lay gaskets scored by memory fling an' buy
The sujourn pressed, the lank old desk
A rasp of Gordon Pigeon made the dye...