Good morning, good morning, time to stop that yawning.
I love you, I love you, how happy we are on greeting.
I love you, I love you, just cut down on your eating.
Good evening, good evening, you’re home late by an hour.
Pub evening, pub eeeevening, here’sss a bunch of flowers.
Good night, sleep tight, you can shove your fucking flowers.
You stink, you mess, try jumping in the shower.
Quit moaning, stop moaning, you’re audience is snoring.
Stop phoning, stop phoning, you’re so god damn boring.
Start stalking, start stalking, when modern communication methods are failing.
Start stalking, start stalking, try hiding your IP by proxy and using subtle methods of pointless interpipe investigation,while wondering of all the missed opportunities from when you were 12 years old, although even then all that you were interested in would have been Kylie/Jason/Sega/MyLittlePony.
End up sitting in you underpants wanking furiously at your pink stump/bean to pictures of the Two Ronnies and “LOL“ing at crudely fabricated animated GIFS and home videos, as if the world has transformed into some crazy re-run dung-loop of “Beadle’s About” crossed with “Rolf Cartoon Club”.
Oh good morning, good morning. Sweaty bells, and stinking flaps.
Good morning, good morning to you.