Talking Moustache Letra

sometime in a bar: i'm sitting there and drink my beer / take a look around and what i've seen was the living fear: / nothing but hair beneath an ugly man's nose / he looked at me and what i felt was disgust / as from the nothingless a voice talked to me / i can't believe, but i know it was for real: / "i am the talking moustache, and you are my next victim - i am the talking moustache, and i want to grow on you!"