Happy Mondays - Total Ringo

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 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?