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Bettys Worry Or The Slab Lyrics
I hear a little voice And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat
faces The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy A little line
of beer running down his chinny-chin Oh my god what a fat little skin And
I smell something cooking Something soft, something sweet Something
completely ridiculous In the beginning was the word It come to scrape
away the shell-shock And I says shake it, shake it, shake it For another
five minutes And we are blowing it up like shell-shock And to this
fabulous waste Come and deliver yourselves I says come and eat up
something Deliver yourselves With wet cherries on a Blind Snake
Sundae And to this fabulous waste Come and deliver yourself Oh come
and leave all your food lying down in the dust And listen to the Cook-House
rock I said listen to the Cook-House rock Listen to it, listen to it,
listen Listen to the Cook-House rock I hear another little voice, same as
before Except a little bit poorer and wasted Whinging for something
loud By god you're fat boy, fat Beer dribbling down your weak little
chin I will not let you in And yes, again I smell something
cooking Something small and weak And completely ridiculous And to this
fabulous waste Come and deliver yourselves I says come and clean up
something Deliver yourself With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake
Sundae And to this fabulous waste Come and deliver yourself I says
leave all your food lying down in the dust And listen to the Cook-House
rock I says listen to the Cook-House rock Listen to it, listen to it,
listen
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