Hello, hello let's do this
new bag of shite
Casting through a Holland vase o I laughed so hard
I never hope to king

And if my glass bottles
are never returned
I hold my own breath (don't hold it)
it's 22 times better than muttering

A million years ago
lived Mountnessing
I help this side decide but before I lived to gulp

No, no don't do that
I hate muttering
muttering's a childish thing
it drives me fucking mad

Hope it dies old at 89
I never liked it at all

But if I hear tuts, or muttering
I'm humming song
to hear shit sail

When i'm muttering under skin
People find it annoying
I hope it dies as well, then I setting

This muttering thing has got to die
Have a rest from it all
But when I know it is not teenagery thing to do
I hold my own breath instead

Oh, will you quit that
But that is all, all childish

Muttering really has to die (stop that please)
Gettin' a bit old for that now (oh no Lord)

I might be right if it gets yoo indegestion
We're miss it all, we really should
Don't

We're really hope it sinks
A baby thing to do
and so is kit-trashing (and biting)
Oh God, don't whisper under skin

Well hold your breath instead
Don't do muttering
And that is soooooooooo childish
We're really hope it sinks
We're really hope it sinks
We're really hope it sinks
We shall keep that as a secret

And really should hide, then kept as a secret