The Lyrics
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I just can't get you out of my spread
There's a fly in my jam
It makes me pout
I just can't get you out of my spread
Boy, it's spoilt
Gastric flu? I had a bout
Why, Why, Why?
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why?
Why, Why, Why?
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why?
Is the food standards really that slack?
There's a moth in my Coke
It makes me pout
Has the food makers really kept track?
Of the foreigner's hair inside my Stout [beer]
Every night
Every day
Clutching my bowels in my arms
It's unsafe
And depraved
Drank some cidar
With spider
Felt ever
So hammered
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
I just can't get you out of my spread
There's a fly in my jam
It makes me pout
I just can't get you out of my spread
Boy, it's spoilt
Gastric flu? I had a bout
There's a dark
Secret 'gredi' [very bad attempt to shorten "ingredient"]
Don't get me shocked
In a cart [surgery stretcher]
Set me free
From the bee in my honey
No more fleas
Drank some cidar
With spider
Felt ever
So hammered
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
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Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
(I just can't get you out of my spread)
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
(I just can't get you out of my spread)
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
(Has the food makers really kept track?)
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why
(Has the food makers really kept track?)
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