Henry Kissenger How I'm missing yer, You're the doctor of my dreams. With your crinkly hair And your glassy stare And your Machiavellian schemes I know
Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I want to be Pony trekking or camping Or just watching TV Finland, Finland, Finland It's the country for me
The world today seems absolutely crackers With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high There's fools and idiots sittin' on the trigger It's depressing and
There are Jews in the world there are Buddhists There are Hindus and Mormons, and then There are those that follow Mohammed, but I've never been one of
I can see a bare-bottomed mandrill Slyly eyeing his upper nostril If he jumps inside there too I really won't know what to do I'll be a proud possessor
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore Galloping through the sward Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore And his horse Concorde He steals from the rich And gives to the poor
All things dull and ugly All creatures short and squat All things rude and nasty The Lord God made the lot Each little snake that poisons Each little
And now Mr. Terry Gilliam will sing for you 'I've Got Two Legs' I've got two legs from my hips to the ground And when I move 'em they walk around And
Bravely bold Sir Robin Rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, Oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid To be killed in nasty ways
Muddy knees have got me all a-quiver Muddy knees have got me all aglow Muddy knees have sent me for a paper To a news agents near him I know Muddy knees
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I'm so worried about what's happening today In the Middle East, you know And I'm so worried about the baggage retrieval System they've got at Heathrow
I want another slice of rhubarb tart I want another lovely slice I'm not disparaging the blueberry pie But rhubarb tart is oh-so-very nice A rhubarb what
Henry Kissinger, how I'm missing yer You're the doctor of my dreams With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare And your Machiavellian schemes All right
I don't mind the agony, the dying thirst or fading hunger Mystical, the smell of fear, fire breeds the pain inside me The horror set in me, twisted minds
'd never harm me, but just to be safe-I admire you from afar The coiling is fast This time it's your last Your soul asphyxiated Final chance for escape terminated Enveloped in python
Open my eyes as the colours fade away It's good to see you, good to see you The smoke clears and the fire always stays Its gonna burn you, its gonna burn
you that's deranged [Chorus] The coiling is fast This time it's your last Your soul asphyxiated Finalchance of escape terminated Enveloped in Python Constriction complete Enveloped in Python