Song for Chaz (sorry to Barry Gibb)
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a sausage man: no time to talk.
Loz's loud and bacon warm,
I've been sinked around since I found porn.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
Eating fry ups everyday.
We can try to understand
The Bum Slappy dance effects on man.
Whether you're a brother
Or whether you're a mother,
You're eating a fry, eating a pie.
Feel my wind breakin'
And my botty shakin',
And we're eating a fry, eating more pies.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, eating a fry, scoffing a pie.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, scoffing more pies.
Because I'm too hot and obviously losing my Brian waiting on baby Laulie to be birfed into this world.