You think it's new, but it is not new I cannot wait to see the look on your face 'Cause someone's gonna prick that bovine balloon Wrinkled little boxing glove Someone's gonna tell you, "No, you can't" And I think you might explode
You think we're fooled, but we are not fooled You think it's hard, but you're doing the easiest thing And someone's gonna burst your blood-blubber head Even little children see through you Someone's gonna pull your big trousers down And I think you might explode
So go home and squat in the basement now Sing me a song from your dead-eyed scroll Witless and rank as a fat-filled hole I'm tired and you are ridiculous God for a clown and a clown for a pig Ever so small but you think it's big, I know
~~~♫♫♫~~~ You are ridiculous Rubbery legs gonna march all night Tell me again 'cause it makes me smileTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
