Don't worry Dave, they're flying Octopus.

Got your goblin army on your toes.

The Ibogoblin on your toes.

Can he shite because your fibres low?,
Survival Boy certified,
Hedophile.

Row, row, row your boat.

Jent them down the seas.

And cope.

Survival Boy certified, Hedophile.

Mr Tickle my biggest foe.

Single cause of all my woes.

Got all thine diseases bro.

Mr Turning Green.

Oh no.

Not again.

Well,
I'd scratched.

Finished P4.

That was bad.

Scratch.

I'd scratched.

PPP.

I gotta.

I gotta.

I gotta.

I gotta.

I gotta.

I gotta.

Hello Mr Tickle.

I've turned my wee,
to a pickle all because me was a nickel i just wanted to give it a tickle it made me giggle,
because my wee wee is a pickle and i'm Mr.

Tickle, tickle,
i'm Mr.

Tickle and i'm sad if you,
tickle my pickle and i'll be glad it'll make me feel fab because i got high hopes on living,
and the last time i went to belgium and i bought too much chocolate and i got searched at customs,
pickle,
got mad, function, dysfunction,
need an excretion solution,
i can barely get it to function,
time to get that ass to loosen,
ready to rock up to the function,
what's that commotion,
there's some confusion about the nation,
some kind of intervention,
new prophet just dropped,
said to kill my livestock,
told him to fuck off,
and then he pissed on my house keys,
bitches said he can't rhyme one word so i cursed him with numino ultra microscopic silico,
volcano coniosis left him with a midlife crisis,
over the hills in the far away,
a tangle of up the bike and down the tangle,
a day on the,
bed, a hot glass of kinky winky, winky winky,
tipsy tipsy, la la la la,
la la, la la,
all the Mr.

Tickle with the punter pickles let him run, let him run,
i'll run my gun,
all the Mr.

Tickle with the punter pickles let him run, let him run,
i'll run my flamethrower,
you