Zoste, zoste I was only joking
When I said you where like, some priest screaming on
Zoste, zoste I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Put in a maison de retraite
And now I know how abc felt
Now I know how abc felt
As the chinois rose to his hack
And his ass started to be filled
Bidemouth
Bidemouth
Bidemouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
To the onchiens