Я приготовлю тебя как суп из омара
Я хочу скурить тебя как рыбу
Ты пахнешь как водоросли, мне кажется это горячо
Я собираюсь приготовить тебя в своем горшке
Верно, что ты мое рыбное филе
Я поджарю тебя с фризе
Ты точно такой же как мой садовый совок
Я не знаю, что срифмовать с «совком»
Я воткну тебя глубоко в грязь
И ты можешь смеяться, когда будет больно
И затем ты будешь цветком на стебле
Они хотят ущипнуть тебя, я знаю их
Я собираюсь использовать тебя как губку
Я вымою пол твоим языком
Ты сушишь посуду, о как мило
Ты грязная тряпка. Давай сделаем это дважды!(трижды, четырежды)
А теперь начисти серебро
Ты устал, голоден? Мне все равно.
И когда я не буду нуждаться в твоем обслуживании
Я продам тебя в цирк
Я приеду и навещу тебя через неделю
Ты станешь прелестным фриком из цирка.
Это то, что моя мать сказала мне.
Она никогда не приезжала
Вот почему я написала эту песню
I’ll cook you up some lobster bisque
I wanna smoke you like a fish
You smell like kelp I think it’s hot
I’m gonna stick you in my pot
It’s true you are my fish fillet
I’ll fry you up with some frisee
You are just like my garden trowel
I don’t know what to rhyme with trowel
I’ll stick you deep down in the dirt
and you can laugh when it hurts (Maniacal laughter-every musician)
and then you’ll flower from your stem
they want to pluck you, I know them.
I’m going to ring you like a sponge
I’ll clean my floor with your tongue
You dry the dishes oh so nice
You dirty rag, let’s do it twice (Three times! Four!)
And now let’s shine the silverware
You’re tired, hungry? I don’t care.
And when I’m done with your service
I’m gonna sell you to the circus
I’ll come and visit in a week
You’ll make a nice circus freak
That’s what my mother said to me
She never came to visit
That’s why I wrote this song.
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I'll make you as lobster soup
I want you as a fish by smoking
You smell like algae, it seems to me it's hot
I'm going to cook you in my pot
It is true that you are my fish fillets
I fry you with frieze
You're exactly the same as my trowel
I do not know that rhyme with " scoop "
I stick a you deep in the mud
And you can laugh when it will hurt
And then you'll be a flower on the stalk
They want you to pinch , I know them
I'm going to use you as a sponge
I 'll wash the floor with your tongue
You sushish dishes about how cute
You're a dirty rag . Let's do it twice! ( Three , four )
And now completely silver
You're tired , hungry? I do not care .
And when I'm not in need of your service
I'm selling you to the circus
I 'll visit you and come in a week
You will become a charming circus freak .
That's what my mother told me .
She never came
That's why I wrote this song
I'll cook you up some lobster bisque
I wanna smoke you like a fish
You smell like kelp I think it's hot
I'm gonna stick you in my pot
It's true you are my fish fillet
I'll fry you up with some frisee
You are just like my garden trowel
I don't know what to rhyme with trowel
I'll stick you deep down in the dirt
and you can laugh when it hurts (Maniacal laughter-every musician)
and then you'll flower from your stem
they want to pluck you, I know them.
I'm going to ring you like a sponge
I'll clean my floor with your tongue
You dry the dishes oh so nice
You dirty rag, let's do it twice (Three times! Four!)
And now let's shine the silverware
You're tired, hungry? I don't care.
And when I'm done with your service
I'm gonna sell you to the circus
I'll come and visit in a week
You'll make a nice circus freak
That's what my mother said to me
She never came to visit
That's why I wrote this song.
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