Talking moustache Lyrics

Sometime in a bar: i'm sitting there and drink my beer / take a look around and what i've seen was the living fear: / nothing but hair beneath an ugly man's nose / he looked at me and what I felt was disgust / as from the nothingless a voice talked to me / I can't believe, but I know it was for real: / "I am the talking moustache, and you are my next victim - I am the talking moustache, and I want to grow on you!"