OI, rotten hat

Whered you get that hair-cut

Brent Cross Shopping Centre?

I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult



Oh, Mr. Sound Nasty

A bit of give and take

You call me a divvy

And I think youre a snake



Oh, Mr. Nitty Crouch

Come on for heavens sake

Stick your finger up your nose

Cos you give me the ache



Oh, Mr. Peanut

I don't like you at all

Not only are they poisonous

But your eyes are much too small



Oh, Mr. Pastry Draws

You havent got a clue

So stick you finger up your nose

And paint your money blue



I saw the score of course you must joking

Oh yeah my lad you must be up the creek

Whats forcing you on that finger that youre poking

That finger stands to reason so to speak



Oh, Mr. Horrible mess

Thats enough of that

Youll call me a ninny

And youre a stupid twat



Oh, Mr. Dogs Breath

Why don't you piss right off

Stick your finger up your nose you toff



I saw the score I know that youre a jubbly

Oh yeah my lad for certain that youre cracked

Whats forcing you, you look a little bit wobbly

Let me suggest you put your finger back



For all your larks and fancies you aint nothing but a creep

Youre mouth is full a sugar, youre guts are fast asleep

So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps

I hate you Mr peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah