Through garbage dumps He sought his game The things thrown out Were the things he gained
Back alley waste And dirt from litter He collected it all And he ate it For dinner... dinner... dinner...
Hooked on junk Hooked on junk Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk
Sally looked in disgust How could a man write such stuff What about real life What about the way things really are
What a gross person she was Sally threw her head back She began to up...up... Upheave violently Her guts tore from the sickening chore
Detecting something foul She cried out for more bowel "More bowel" she cried "More bowel!"
She found her head Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles.... Collectibles.... Collectibles...
I could see she was sick So I called her lawyer and ordered some
Hooked on junk Hooked on junk Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
