WARNED: Needs singing while imagining you are wearing a Jack Spitting Image mask:
It’s the time of year, now that snow is in the air,
When those two wet tits, with their Toni & Guy hair,
Make another song for Monroeic holidays,
That nauseate hate, hate in a million different ways,
From the shores of Southend, to the coast of Southern France,
No matter where you hide, you just can’t escape this dance…
Hold a carabiner in the air, stick a dishcloth up your nose,
Find a big puddle, and then find all your clothes!
Paint your kitchen wall green, then extract your facetuned rack,
Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Jack!
Skint yourself live, learn to speak a tale of woe,
Hide behind a dog, and request a casho!
Cosplay a real poor, with stalking in your fears,
Casserole your stan, pretend you’re Ray Mears!
The dildo is vibrating, the honk is loud and grating,
It’s truly nauseating, let's do the grift again!
It’s the time of year, now that snow is in the air,
When those two wet tits, with their Toni & Guy hair,
Make another song for Monroeic holidays,
That nauseate hate, hate in a million different ways,
From the shores of Southend, to the coast of Southern France,
No matter where you hide, you just can’t escape this dance…
Hold a carabiner in the air, stick a dishcloth up your nose,
Find a big puddle, and then find all your clothes!
Paint your kitchen wall green, then extract your facetuned rack,
Form a string quartet, and pretend your name is Jack!
Skint yourself live, learn to speak a tale of woe,
Hide behind a dog, and request a casho!
Cosplay a real poor, with stalking in your fears,
Casserole your stan, pretend you’re Ray Mears!
The dildo is vibrating, the honk is loud and grating,
It’s truly nauseating, let's do the grift again!