Aww, f** me
Kate, I love your moustache
It suits your face
And your mouth
He wears it like a frame
Adam, he writes our songs for us
Cos we're just loners
He knows the codas
And the tritonazz
Newton, his hair looks like apples
That have gone mouldy
Cos they've been left for days
In the sun rays
f** dreadlocks
Aye, f** dreadlocks
Michael, his nose belongs to us
So keep your hands off
Cos we're just trying
To jack off
Mhmm that's some good nose