the word the world [A]
(iii)

the huba joober scares me
it really scares me so
the joober luba scares me
the man he tells me so

chorus
and ’cos this terror nibbles
a rat kept in my shoes
my brain is bacon borked
we feed my daily blues

“take this special tablet
which only i supply
it keeps you dodo dainty
they never more will die”

chorus

if i’d have heard the real
or studied dodo crap
i’d not believe the pitches
i won’t allow me that

chorus

so i accept the tablet
and the pusher too
and everything i pay him
proves what he says is true





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