Boh

I want to tell you all a story about a little fella
He was so small that you could confuse him easily for a pea
In fact, that's what you did
You put him in your mouth whole one Sunday
You thought he was a pea and you ate him
You bit through his head like a grape
And swallowed him, and shat him out
Congratulations

How about another weekend
Do you think you got the stones to try
I gotta a meagre little pay check
Let's spend it all on the very first night
Easy come, easy go
That's the way it is
The money flows upstream
But we get some scraps
So we're happy in the in-between

You make a promise
You better prepare to keep it
Don't leave it
Bo Peep did, now look at that rack of lamb
You don't leave easy
There's procedures by the doorframe
You can't blame our circle
For letting the demon out

Somebody better pass the olives
Or there's gonna be hell to pay
It's January and it's wet out
but we're busy every single day
Get off my pass
You're not my king
I'll wrestle you into the fridge
and I'll make you sing
Oh la la
As I ram this parsnip
Deep into your virgin anus
Oh no

You signed a contract
You gave away your ego
When you grovelled
And begged me for a piece of the pie
Run if you want to
There's nothing over yonder
Just dry clean your chef pants
For the next alumni