The onion's in the fat
And the bacon's bought the bat
And the Posie's never even near the picture

[Voice, in the right speaker]
Now where to went that rotten egg
For feelin' up my lover's leg
I'll boil him 'til the begs to be a breakfast

[Back to first voice]
So I'm left all alone
Because my father fought the foam
And now I can't accept the pharmacy's prescription

[First voice doubled]
So now there is a bank
Where once a summer spring
Reminded us of what we thought we ought to ding-a-ling

For ringing ringing rockets
Roar a tub of a' lard today
And all that's left
Is something else
There is no more to say

[~4-voice Chorus starting on the right then moving to the center and fading out]
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