He who shits out magic may shine
For the good of a customs and calling
Call him max
Send him a fax
Charge him no tax
Pop zeus
He who gives love to angry children
Kids on the skid with baggy trousers
Call him zerman find him a helmet
He will come crashing
Pop zeus
Electric newspaper boy!
Writer(s): Darren Johnson
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