Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. At the screen on the green now. . Fall out. Fall out (ooh yeah). Fall out. Fall out (ooh yeah).
There's so much joy. In feeling a nice fat boy. His softness torments my soul. We'll have a frolic. I'll kiss his hairy bollock. His obesity makes me bold.
Adam ant. . Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. . At the screen on the green now. (you'd better take it in the ear now). (you'd better listen to the ants now).