You look like a praying mantis
You could say that the bug is man
Big joke or a small disaster
Last chance before they give it the plaster
Paint my picture and I'll paint you
You're not like others you ain't
Running down the hill I thought I passed her
Last chance before they give it the plaster
I can't dance but I don't wanna bore ya
Last line from the Cephalophore
I'll be the son of a son of a son of a bastard
Last chance before they give it the plaster
Big joke or a small disaster
Last chance before they give it the plaster
You could say that the bug is man
Big joke or a small disaster
Last chance before they give it the plaster
Paint my picture and I'll paint you
You're not like others you ain't
Running down the hill I thought I passed her
Last chance before they give it the plaster
I can't dance but I don't wanna bore ya
Last line from the Cephalophore
I'll be the son of a son of a son of a bastard
Last chance before they give it the plaster
Big joke or a small disaster
Last chance before they give it the plaster
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Plaster of Paris Lyrics as written by Charles Thompson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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