That's sickly clean, this mild and meek
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
It opens its mouth, there's 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 d'you get in a school
In an English country classroom?
All the things goin' on inside your billbong
There's no room, it's just pure art room
Y'try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of lifeform
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back, you shouldn't have been born
Bing-bong, no danger
Bing-bong, the sweet freak
Drugger mother, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
Sweet freak, pen and ink and
How d'you make a bulldog think?
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
It opens its mouth, there's 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 d'you get in a school
In an English country classroom?
All the things goin' on inside your billbong
There's no room, it's just pure art room
Y'try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of lifeform
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back, you shouldn't have been born
Bing-bong, no danger
Bing-bong, the sweet freak
Drugger mother, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger
Sweet freak, pen and ink and
How d'you make a bulldog think?
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