Penguins
There are penguins in my dust bin
And they wander all about
I hear them in the morning
When they're singing, twist and shout
They have a fine tea service
Silver ware is a must
And they're awful gossips
Telling tales of penguin lust
They're really not that lever
In fact they're rather thick
And i never hear them now
Coz i hit them with a brick.
-no i'm not on drugs
And they wander all about
I hear them in the morning
When they're singing, twist and shout
They have a fine tea service
Silver ware is a must
And they're awful gossips
Telling tales of penguin lust
They're really not that lever
In fact they're rather thick
And i never hear them now
Coz i hit them with a brick.
-no i'm not on drugs