Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Oh, Mr. Peanut lyrics

Oit, rotten hat
Where´d you get that haircut?
Brent Cross Shopping Centre?
I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult

Oh, Mr. Shagnasty
A bit of give & take
You call me a divvy
And I think you are a snake

Oh, Mr. Knittingcrutch
C´mon for heaven´s sake
Stick your finger up your nose
‘Cos you give me the ache

Oh, Mr. Peanut
I do not like you at all
Not only are they poisonous
But your eyes are much too small

Oh, Mr. Pastrydraws
You´ven´t got a clue
So stick you finger up your nose
And pain´t your money blue

I sure monsieur of course you must joking
Oh yea mein hier you must be up the creek
What´s more signor the finger that you are poking
That finger stands to reason so to speak

Oh, Mr. Horribleness
That is enough of that
You will call me a ninny
And you are a stupid twat

Oh, Mr. Horsebreath
Why don´t you piss right off?
Stick your finger up your nose you toff

I am sure monsieur I know that you are a jubbly
Oh yea mien hier for certain that you are cracked
What´s more signor you look a little bit wobbly
And we suggest you put your finger back

For all your life is offences you aint nothing but a creep
You are mouth is full a sugar, you are guts are fast asleep
So stick your finger up your nose & leave it there for keeps
I hate you Mr Peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah

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