Ok brain

I hide under covers,

Ye I take out mother's,

Ye I don't like summers,

Ye i don't own cupboards,

I hide under covers,

Ye I take out mother's,

Ye I don't like summers,

Ye i don't own cupboards

I'll take your mum out for a pint of milk,

She looks tall I'll call her stilts,

I swear down I seen her don't like her hips,

She owns a chippy but hates chips,

She ticks bricks,

Dry mouth giz a sip,

You look like a prick,

Standing there like a dick on the drip smoking on your mum's shit take the Mick,

She asked me to sell out her date bread,

So instead I hit her on the head with a brand new loaf,

She hates toast,

I wanna boast,

Make the most,

Sold your mum's toes for a bad of crows,

I hide under covers,

Ye I take out mother's,

Ye I don't like summers,

Ye i don't own cupboards,

I hide under covers,

Ye I take out mother's,

Ye I don't like summers,

Ye i don't own cupboards