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Mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
Yeah, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
Yeah, Trump, make me an omelette
You won't have to eat it, that wouldn't be fair
Yeah, Trump, make me an omelette
You won't have to eat it, that wouldn't be fair
That wouldn't be fair, that wouldn't be fair
I am resistant to radioactivity
A gift I got from God and the KGB
No rotting atoms will murder me
My destiny is very clear
So, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl region
With my members, their numbers legion
Le Pen, make me a stroganoff
You won't have to lick it off, that wouldn't be fair
Farage, rustle me up a risotto, to get completely blottoed
Is totally fair
On vodka, I swear
Real ale I can't bear
I am resistant to radiation
I dip my combover in high-grade plutonium
Uranium, neptunium, prometheum
Will never be a match for those of us Olympian
So, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
Yeah, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
Now, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
Yeah, mushroom picking in the Chernobyl area
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Genocidal maniacs in Languedoc
Hacking babies' legs off in the name of God
Slicing tongues and cutting heretics' noses off
Early Christians looking down in horror
I'm with the Perfecti, Perfecti
I'm with the Perfecti, although they didn't have perfect eyes
They were kind of nice
Yes, these people had some madcap notions
But they never killed so why, then, the commotion?
If you take a pacifist position
You're liable to face an inquisition
I'm with the Perfecti, Perfecti
I'm with the Perfecti, although they didn't have perfect eyes
They were kind of nice
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A False Manifesto
02:04
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You lot are getting on my wick
I'd better come up with something quick
Can't have apathy or a no-vote
We've got six months to invent a scapegoat
Imagine if I did everything I said I'd do
I'm sorry for the worry and the panic I'll put you through
Majestic promises in every section
Is the usual way to win an election
But we know the score and we know the story
The best is a let-down, the worst is gory
But I'm the other way round, I promise hell
I'm lying, do you think that the disgruntled can tell
I nipped in there before the other contenders
Before a real fascho stepped on board
I hate equality for the genders
But I love it even more
'How did it get to this?' I hear you cry
'It must be the foreigner's fault', is my reply
Oh, were it just the dispossessed
The overworked, the unemployed
Clamouring for the blood of someone
Right now I'd be overjoyed
But the fearful folk with their heads in the Daily Mail
Swing it past the post and beyond the pale
If I crush your enemies
It won't put a sausage on your dish
But some of you seem to want me to say it
Like hounds, some of you bay it
Imagine I said I was cruel when I wanted to be kind
People of the nation, would you mind
Imagine I said I was cruel when I wanted to be kind
People of the nation, would you mind
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Day of the Food Triffids
03:35
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A cauliflower came up to my door
Saying, 'Try me and if you like me have some more.'
'Blow me', I said, 'a walking, talking vegetable.'
I screamed and screamed and screamed and slammed the door
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
A courgette, grinning, stood upon my window,
'My job', it said, 'is to go wherever the wind blows'
I tried to escape via a back door but was pummelled hard
By an armoured, ten-foot, aubergine security guard
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
'So, help yourself to round-up ready beers
You've been asleep for 27 years
Monsanto rule the world now, this is commonplace
We've got the Earth, next stop is outer space'
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
Day of the Food Triffids
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