Moptop

Do you mind? You biffed my nose He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop I'm sick of what I tell you for note I'm saying fucking sorry to the catalogue vote Having to be a bit naff and inclined When all I really wanted was to batter and blind These pleasantries and intelligence are no real match for the spoon and tuppence Of ale shops and tired minds I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop I feel like I'm not gonna cope The game has changed its proper Now it comes with no hope Rotten clementines, no socks, no pants All reformed band and dead pop chants Like the tinsel mate it's '70s Reminds me of a time when we were little kids Reminds of a time when the coast was clear But now it's meatballs and jam as I float around, oh dear Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by He's got a blonde mop He's got a muffs chuffs He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by I think before I say it better be in line I think before I say and let the words slip by He's got a blonde mop He's got a moptop He's got a blonde mop He's got a MOPTOP!