Tell me, sir,
Could you please save
My head, I fear
That my brain waves
Are slowly turning into
Lumps of poo...
(Chorus background: Poo! Poo!)
And I know
That if I spent
A second saving
Up to rent
A great big flat
I would be fat
From vindaloo...
(Chorus background: In the loo...!)
Refrain:
Oh, GLORIOUS! So GLORIOUS! The mountains made of CHEESE!
Oh GLORIOUS! So GLORIOUS! These hills do what they PLEASE!
(Chorus background: You're welcome!)
...I seriously need help. Of the professional kind.
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