Come here, you little party hat Let me squeeze you And do your hair Don't go over there Chemical brothers Fatboy slims Peach nut Peach nut I thought I saw a young couple clinging to a round baby But it was a bundle of trash and food Trash and food Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo A ceremonial crawl-through Designed to keep toads off the roads Hot head You know you've been written down in the big book And on their bin it said: 189 mother You're just jealous of the star Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Crushed Doo-doo-doo I feel your approach All the hairs on my arm raise up Because you are wearing a fleece That has become electrified Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Whatever Woah, just killed a giant wolf! Why are you revving? Are you enjoying yourself? By doing nothing and staring at the wall? Busted What I really love is to not use something to its full capacity Not full power Half its potential Medium Roman remains I am not in charge of what I do The only thing I could think to ask was Do you like stumpwork? Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo