Are we the only British male instructors these days
On the art of romance and cheap mayonnaise
Crawl through the mud
On the soft underbelly of The Yummy Fur
A glimpse of love
And you'll come to expect it from The Yummy Fur
Well nothing happens, and nobody comes
Nobody goes, it's awful Joe
But I feel blimpish
Like I can't wait to rest
But (?)
A glimpse of love
From the mouth of Vesuvius from The Yummy Fur
Department love
As endorsed by the girlfriends of The Yummy Fur
Let's cast an eyeball
On the thrill of romance
Like in the thirties
When people would dance together
Thank God there's winter
And we make bumps in the snow
Cos even my roll-up
Are much to hardcore
Trawl through the mud
With Hayley McCartney and The Yummy Fur
That's quite absurd
And you'll come to expect it from The Yummy Fur
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