Ate a quiche, made me sneesh, must be the cheesh
Ate beans like they do in the Queen's marines
Ate parsley, fastly, quite Planet Marsly
Ate rocket, took it, not from my pocket
That's my tea, might be nice to eat nightly
Want pudding, but suddenly got nuthin'
I'm hungry for dungarees from Hungary
Inland drunks in Finland call it Ginland
Needin' to go to Sweden, get wee'd on
In Australia they'll jail ya for failure
In Kazakhstan, smack Stan in his black van
Theresa May may sneeze a lot in May
Eat peas a lot in Pisa, dear Lisa
Ate a quiche, made me sneesh, must be the cheesh
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