Things like this They happen all the time Don't cry a river Your arse is on the ocean Blotting out the sun But I think you'll be fine No need to panic They missed it this time I'm sure no one will hate you When they realise what a dick you are They'll be too busy running After your number two Your teeth have always Set my teeth on edge Does your dentist know What she's done? Sun will never come Over on you again You're the prodigal son You brought them pain I'm sure no one will hate you When they realise what you are They'll be too busy running After your number two