What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names

Wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames

In the fake-ache of the gloom loom slippers slap me alive!

The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types

So we catch and thread a minstrel

Bleed a tower down to its ankles

So we can't go up or stay up

Find the thumb dumb in your ear brain

Get unfunny, such as choirs do

Why the clocklock bought up this one

Just when things seemed so paperparrent

Like my toothface?

Like my out-do?

Capers

Capers

Capers

Capers

Capers

Capers

Oh a streak, o'treacly ink-inks

Tied my knees all up in elbows

Erase that lapsing smile tub

Lose the slip of the small soap-fellows

Account the add ups till I do-nots

Are we balanced?

We're in business!

Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's all legs and armour

I had a dreadful diehood

Diehard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart

Oh I had a wonderful diehood thanks to my fa, fa, family