Total Ringo

That's sickly clean, this mild and meek I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak I could launch it with a poker - no joker - for a weekday Bing-bong, the weekday Bing-bong, no danger Here goes a sweet freak How many fools d'you get in a school In an English country classroom? All the things goin' on inside your billbong There's no room, it's just pure art room Y'try very hard to get that right To imitate some kind of lifeform A matter of fact, without any tact You can go on back, you shouldn't have been born Bing-bong, no danger Bing-bong, the sweet freak Drugger mother, switch on the cooker Get the hillbillies down, set out to bugger Sweet freak, pen and ink and How d'you make a bulldog think? Happy Christmas I said, not to speak then Happy Christmas, when's it, next week then? And you swear, you naughty meathead What sleeps in your bed has got to be the geek [ted?] Bing-bong, the weekday Bing-bong, no danger How many fools d'you get in a school In an English country classroom? All the things goin' on inside your billbong There's no room, it's just pure art room Sweet freak, pen and ink How d'you get this blind dog to think? Sweet freak, pen and ink It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in Chop 'er up, cook 'er, give me some smother I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother Is this love, man? It's pure hate If you put it on the table it'll be too late Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate Is this love, man? No, it's hate Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate Is this love, man?