#1
There’s a penguin in my cupboard
An idea in my head
I went to buy a bathtub
And now my Grandma’s dead.

No, no, Mr. Pussycat, you can’t have my spoons!
A glass of orange juice spilt on the floor by hoons.
Jesus smoked a gumleaf
And deactivated Pluto,
For the wedding of a hobo called Keith

Oh dear
Oh fie
Oh woe

Johnny does the conga
Across the bedroom stairs
God is from Tonga
And gets many Elvis Pears.

Watch as I burn my life
In the wok of strife
A bubbling soup of hate
But it was cooked to late.


I doubt very much if I will ever find music retarded enough to set to this. But me and my very small circle of friends consider it humorous.
#2
So do I. No, no, Mr. Pussycat, you can’t have my spoons! is just an amzingly brilliant line. Really nice
#3
Quote by supergerbil
So do I. No, no, Mr. Pussycat, you can’t have my spoons! is just an amzingly brilliant line. Really nice


Thank you very much! I'm pretty proud of the "pussycat line."