Egg Shaped Fred
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, ah-aah)
1,2,3
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-aah
I'm sick of all this scratching around
I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand
He's the queen of all the shops where he shops
And he's the king of all the scene to be seen
Skinima Nosebreak (na-na-na), Fatima Toothpaste (na-na-na)
Penelope Cheapskate (na-na-na), Claudia Farmgate (na-na-na)
We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them sit strategically (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll test their egg-ability (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them meet (Na-ah)
He only wants to get in yer keks
So he can carry out his own little test
He only wants to get in yer pants
Because he knows that you have played in a band
Skinima Nosebreak (na-na-na), Fatima Toothpaste (na-na-na)
Penelope Cheapskate (na-na-na), Claudia Farmgate (na-na-na)
We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them sit strategically (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll test their egg-ability (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them meet (Na-ah)
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Mavis she knows, Mavis she knows
She's got all these things around her
All things to no men, she'll see you in hell
I'll go shopping instead
(Ah-ah-ah)
He will send his centipede to sort ya
He's stretched it out to make it two foot taller
We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them sit strategically (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll test their egg-ability (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
We'll make them meet (Na-ah)
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-aah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-aah
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
(Na-na-aah)
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All come crashing down, your desperate icon. You've got to gob on, your
desperate icon. You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon You've got
to gob on, your desperate icon. Am I a God or am I Jesus? Am I a man or am
I a boy? Do I feel love or just possession? Do I feel holy or nothing at all?
You can't deny, That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine. And you can't
deny, That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine. Sweet Jesus.
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