Текст песни Ian Dury And The Blockheads "Oh, Mr. Peanut" Слова песни
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OI, rotten hat Where’d you get that hair-cut Brent Cross Shopping Centre? I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult
Oh, Mr. Sound Nasty A bit of give and take You call me a divvy And I think you’re a snake
Oh, Mr. Nitty Crouch Come on for heaven’s sake Stick your finger up your nose ‘Cos you give me the ache
Oh, Mr. Peanut I don't like you at all Not only are they poisonous But your eyes are much too small
Oh, Mr. Pastry Draws You haven’t got a clue So stick you finger up your nose And paint your money blue
I saw the score of course you must joking Oh yeah my lad you must be up the creek What’s forcing you on that finger that you’re poking That finger stands to reason so to speak
Oh, Mr. Horrible mess That’s enough of that You’ll call me a ninny And you’re a stupid twat
Oh, Mr. Dog’s Breath Why don't you piss right off Stick your finger up your nose you toff
I saw the score I know that you’re a jubbly Oh yeah my lad for certain that you’re cracked What’s forcing you, you look a little bit wobbly Let me suggest you put your finger back
For all your larks and fancies you ain’t nothing but a creep You’re mouth is full a sugar, you’re guts are fast asleep So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps I hate you Mr peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah