Friday night, I'm pissed, great to have spent some
Time with Helen, met Lee, he is a man
Now listening to the Bonzos old album
Gorilla from I think '67
Madness abounds, who knows what, who knows when
It's nonsense, this line, and the people say
Their shit, and that's fine, they don't have a pen
Pens don't exist no more, I say hurray
Porridge each morning, starts us off okay
Don't tell me when I should come, I should come
That moment's up to me, not some woman
Or man, I'll come when I want, and I'll play
When I want, how I want, no more ho hum
That's that, this is this, stick it up your bum
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