Henus Keith (Henus Series, Pt. 2)
My name is Keith the teller
And I work down yonder at the bank
I stand behind the counter
And people give me money
I went to Europe to buy a choir
$7.50 could have bought a siar
When I come home customs wouldn't let me through
But the ticket man was cautious when I hit him with my shoe
I am Keith
And my name is Hartwood
I am Keith
And I'd swim if I could
I am Keith
I am Keith
I bought tickets to the big top
I got them down the old tackle shop
I saw a lion mauling Nathan
I sat on my snout and ate my last raisin
I am Keith
King of all tiles
I am Keith
I ate my brother's piles
I am Keith
You can make moss juice, come hither
I am Keith
Come and try my mousse
I am Keith
I am Keith
I am Keith
I am Keith
You know I like to jump It's just what I do
I fell on my rump
When I went straight through
Now my tramps got a hole
Below on the ground an anus shaped bowl
I died that day lying on the lawn
My left leg was twisted, my right arm was torn
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
Drink my Ken
I was Keith
I was Keitheth
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
And I work down yonder at the bank
I stand behind the counter
And people give me money
I went to Europe to buy a choir
$7.50 could have bought a siar
When I come home customs wouldn't let me through
But the ticket man was cautious when I hit him with my shoe
I am Keith
And my name is Hartwood
I am Keith
And I'd swim if I could
I am Keith
I am Keith
I bought tickets to the big top
I got them down the old tackle shop
I saw a lion mauling Nathan
I sat on my snout and ate my last raisin
I am Keith
King of all tiles
I am Keith
I ate my brother's piles
I am Keith
You can make moss juice, come hither
I am Keith
Come and try my mousse
I am Keith
I am Keith
I am Keith
I am Keith
You know I like to jump It's just what I do
I fell on my rump
When I went straight through
Now my tramps got a hole
Below on the ground an anus shaped bowl
I died that day lying on the lawn
My left leg was twisted, my right arm was torn
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
I was Keith
I was Keith
Drink my Ken
I was Keith
I was Keitheth
I was Keith
I was Keith
I was Keith
Was I Keith?
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Writer(s): Chubb
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