Trapped in a box by a cockney nutjob
Have a cup of tea...have a cup of tea
I'm the hitcher
Let me put you in the picture
Creeping in your room in the dead of night
With me solo polo vision

I'm a cockney geezer...watch me bleed ya,
I knew the ripper, when he was just a nipper,I taught him how to slice
I cut him up a treat.

Pound your banana (two pound your pear)
Pound your banana (two pound your pear)
Pound your banana (two pound your pear)
14 shillings for your melons...oh yeah

(Were the piper twins, little Jim and Jackie Piper
cutting through the night like a windscreen
wiping you away like rain drops
dont mess with the boys)

Shut your noise!

Coming in strong like a freakshow nightmare
Dancing skeletons - white, blue and yella uns
Moving through the shadows with the speed of a cat
And if you cross us we'll cut ya
And you ain't gonna like that...

I'm bad juju
I use voodoo if I choose to
I harness the forces of evil to abuse you
With power, a polo, an evil magnet
Sucking up your soul
And you ainít gonna like that.


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