Real (or imaginary) ice-spitting fire (That comfortable sound) Hands in the air both feet stood on the ground Lassie's on my TV I get flat on all fours and start kissing the screen And I sit like a good dog in the hope that she might Give in to me What's the matter? Neither good nor bad weather Makes me all ill-like (suffer with pain) But I don't mind, he is me look lassie! Watch him until he dies of his brain All or nothing (before he dies of his brain) Breathe in my skin ooh! It feeling too hard Start collect the hoofs from my insect graveyard No longer imaginary I want it, I need it so bad that I cry Let's make between we you more Fantastic that we ever feared of Hero collie! Insect hoofs on lassie instead of his feet He lassie, not she! Because of me all she is blessed with the Mane of a horse and wings of a bee (And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of she) Customising lassie Tail out the window Press in coloured glass For more beautiful eyes! Daddy-long-leg lashes how you flirt, get out of here! Our hero dog, insect hoofs on lassie Worthy of space dog worthy of me After my lassie customising y'be holding up all your Tiny insect hoofs and worshipping me What's the matter? Insect hoofs on lassie instead of his feet (He lassie not she) But I don't mind all she is blessed with the Mane of a horse and wings of a bee (And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of she)