All the little children
Can you see them?
Yes, they are all sleeping
Professor Yaffle spoils your fun
Saturdays always boring, boring
Sitting on the toilet waiting to come
I got a cut below the rest
Depends on the cover
When it's hot, I'm not
Rain creeps into the drains
And tell her the fact that she's so matter of fact
Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye
A bad haircut your gut feels like
You've eaten much too much
Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly
"The two of you, out together, out walking
I'm back to my old tricks, stalking, stalking stalking"
Writer(s): Paul Smith, James Broad, Richard Kane, Richard Sayce
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