Paul

Better not ask, our bleached mustache

Has given us a rash

Nice Ronny anyway

It's here but it's not

Our nylon locks

Like corn on a cob

Stuck in our gap anyway

Whiskered sweet nothings, sugar free

It's all we can see

Tache of the day anyway

Again, again

She's a gent, give her a call

My daughter, Paul

Again, again

She's a gent, give her a call

My daughter, Paul

Better not ask, our bleached mustache

Has given us a rash

Nice Ronny anyway

It's here but it's not

Our nylon locks

Like corn on a cob

Stuck in your gap and I won't

"I want, I want"

You made a pamphlet out of bread that we digest

Instead, instead

You make a homemade 3-in-1

"'Cause it looks fresh"

"It's best to look fresh"

Then lean on now, like a full bus that's back to school

It's all got old

To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth

Daddy long legs

Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down

Got pinched to death

Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goalposts

Over the shop

Nurse a proceeding hairline with a nice hat

Edge of the seat, Face/Off

Odds at Lee Evans

Think it's the seventh time I saw

Smidge of smug smig sange

Almost a funny dance

If I got the chance I would

Casually clean around

She climbed through a cell

Laughing at it now

And I am so surprised

She pulled them tight

And said that

Mighty Munch are the crust of Meanies

Now she's strictly full

Intangible

How many bulbs does it take to screw a light in?

Now she pats her lap

Turned on her lamp

He's best mates with her dad, dad, da

It's all got old

To narrate silent ads with food in your mouth

Daddy long legs

Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat down

Got pinched to death

Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goalposts

Over the shop

Nurse a proceeding hairline with a hat