Me and my mates
Are in a band
Called Duvet,
We’re a cover band
Me and my mates
Are in a band
Called Duvet,
We’re a cover band
Girls, if he can’t appreciate
Your funny
humorous show
And all of your
fruit jokes
Then you need to
let mango
My doctor said to me
Don’t eat anything
fatty
What he meant by
that was
Don’t eat
anything, fatty
You’ve really got to
Hand it to the
short folks
That’s because
they can’t
Reach it
themselves
Is “Buttcheeks”
One word?
Or should I spread
Them apart
I once ate a dictionary
And it was really
bad
It gave me
thesaurus throat
I’ve ever had
When I said I had
a girlfriend,
Which was a rotten
thing to do
And they said she
was imaginary
Well, the last
laugh is on them
Because they’re
imaginary too