Paul Lyrics

Better not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash
Nice Ronny anywayIt's here but it's not
Our nylon locks
Like corn on a gob
Stuck in our gap anywayWhiskering sweet, nothings sugar free
It's all we can see
Tache of the day anywayAgain again
She's a gent give her a call
My daughter PaulAgain again
She's a gent give her a call
My daughter PaulBetter not ask our bleached moustache
Has given us a rash
Nice Ronny anywayIt's here but it's not
Our nylon locks
Like corn on a gob
Stuck in your gap and I won't'I want, I want'
You made a pamphlet out of bread that we digestInstead, Instead

You make a homemade 3 in 1
Cause it looks fresh''It's best to look fresh'
Then lean on now like a full bus that's back to schoolIt's all got old
To narrate silent ads with food in your mouthDaddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat downGot pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal postsOver the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline with a nice hat~~~Edge of the seat Face/Off
Odds at Lee Evans
Think it's the seventh time I sawSmidge of smug smig sange
Almost a funny dance
If I got the chance I wouldCasually clean around
She walks through my house
Laughing at it nowAnd I am so surprised
She pulled them tight
And said that
Mighty Munch are the crust of MeaniesNow she's strictly-full
Intangible
How many bulbs does it take to screw a light inNow she pats her lap
Turned off her lamp
He's best mates with her dad, dad, daaaaAHHH, It's all got old
To narrate silent ads with food in your mouthDaddy long legs
Put his shoes back on and pissed with the seat downGot pinched to death
Lost my cheekbones and jumpers for goal postsOver the shop
Nurse a proceeding hairline with a hat