Silver Sun Bad Haircut
All the little children, can you see them? Yes, they are all sleeping Professor Yaffle spoils your fun Sunday's always boring, boring Sitting on the toilet, waiting to come (chorus) I got a cut below that rest Depends on the cover when it's hot, i'm not Rain creeps into the drains And tell her the fact that she's so matter of fact Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye A bad haircut your gut feels like You've eaten much too much Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly "The two of you, out together, out walking I'm back to my old tricks, stalking, stalking, stalking" (repeat chorus two times)
