Hunters & Collectors Mr Right
I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La la la Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled Sack sack sack Thinks my god, did I marry That that that? She canned that marriage Out of sight When she found a testicle In the mouth of Mr Right Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La la la I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him, look, look, look La la la Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled Sack sack sack Thinks my god, did I marry That that that? Look at him, look at him, look, look, look Look at him, look at him Shake shake shake