yay gewgel searchOh breakfast and dinner, and supper and tea
Oh sausage, oh sausage, it's just you for me
When I pierce your skin all your juices spill out
You pop and you bang, while I just say nowt
Oh sausage, my sausage, I just can't get enough
Of your succulent taste, and your innermost stuff
'What's for my breakfast?' my love said to me
'Stupid ol' bangers, and then more for my tea?'
'Sweet one, oh dear sweet one' I craftily croon
My little brown bundles made tougher men swoon
Then without warning, my dog she joins in
Paws on the hob, with her head on her chin
She howls and she sings, she sniffs at the air
The meal I am cooking is her kind of fare
'Ooh, woof double wow, it's sausage for me
Bet I'll have his ration, oh yip, yip, yippee
My dear one is angry, he can't take the pace
His temper is fuming, there's a flush to his face
'I can't take it, I hate them, Sausages, sausages,
Especially yours, cos they're b****y atrocitiesI
(Oh sausage, oh sausage, it's just you for me
When I pierce your skin all your juices spill out
You pop and you bang, while I just say nowt
Oh sausage, my sausage, I just can't get enough
Of your succulent taste, and your innermost stuff
'What's for my breakfast?' my love said to me
'Stupid ol' bangers, and then more for my tea?'
'Sweet one, oh dear sweet one' I craftily croon
My little brown bundles made tougher men swoon
Then without warning, my dog she joins in
Paws on the hob, with her head on her chin
She howls and she sings, she sniffs at the air
The meal I am cooking is her kind of fare
'Ooh, woof double wow, it's sausage for me
Bet I'll have his ration, oh yip, yip, yippee
My dear one is angry, he can't take the pace
His temper is fuming, there's a flush to his face
'I can't take it, I hate them, Sausages, sausages,
Especially yours, cos they're b****y atrocitiesI
taters Bah weep grahnah weep ninibong,
Sat 22 Aug 2009, 1:19,
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Yo 'clef can I rap dis?
monkdagola but how do you TURN a phrase?,
Sat 22 Aug 2009, 2:39,
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