Yummy Fur (The)
Colonel Blimp
Are we the only British male instructors these daysOn the art of romance and cheap mayonnaiseCrawl through the mudOn the soft underbelly of The Yummy FurA glimpse of loveAnd you'll come to expect it from The Yummy FurWell nothing happens, and nobody comesNobody goes, it's awful JoeBut I feel blimpishLike I can't wait to restBut (?) A glimpse of loveFrom the mouth of Vesuvius from The Yummy FurDepartment loveAs endorsed by the girlfriends of The Yummy FurLet's cast an eyeballOn the thrill of romanceLike in the thirtiesWhen people would dance togetherThank God there's winterAnd we make bumps in the snowLetras de cancionesCos even my roll-upAre much to hardcoreTrawl through the mudWith Hayley McCartney and The Yummy FurThat's quite absurdAnd you'll come to expect it from The Yummy Fur
From Letras Mania