Total Ringo Lyrics

That's sickly clean, this mild and meek

I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend

It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak

I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday

Bing bong, the weekday

Bing bong, no danger

Here goes a sweet freak

How many fools do you get in the school

Of an English county classroom?

All the things going on inside your bill bong

There's no room, it's just pure art room

You try very hard to get that right

To imitate some kind of life form

A matter of fact, without any tact

You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been burn

Bing bong, no danger

Bing bong, the sweet freak

Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker

Get the hillbillies down , set out to bugger

Sweet freak pen and ink

How do you make a bulldog think?

Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
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Happy Christmas, when's it's next week then

And you swear, you naughty meathead

What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted

Bing bong, the weekday

Bing bong, no danger

How many fools do you get in the schools

Of an English county [Incomprehensible]?

All the things going on inside your built bomb

There's no room, it's just pure art room

Sweet freak, pen and ink

How do we get these [Incomprehensible] dogs to think?

Sweet freak pen and ink

It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in

Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother

I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother

Is this love, man, it's pure hate

If you put it on the table, it'll be to late

Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate

It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate

Is this love man? No it ain't

Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate

Is this love, man?