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Bob: Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth. Ken: That's my name, sir, spoken thrice Bob: There's a foulness wafting from your fowl-enclosure device Ken: Surely crap you must be speaking! Bob: That's the stench of which I speak Ken: And from whence hath this stench cometh? Bob: From that critter with the beak Ken: There's no stench that I can sense, Bob Bob: Hath thy nostrils gone insane? Hath thy stench-sensing synapses Leapt from out thy troubled brain? Nay, proximity for long terms Must have dulled thy senses, Ken For I smell it now, and when I sniff I smell it once again
Both: Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells
Ken: The olfactory offenses, Bob, that you insinuate Could they not be from the fumes Produced digesting what you ate? For the nose mayhap which smelt it Verily could be attached To the anus which hath dealt it Check thy briefs, sir, for a patch!
Bob: Why, how dare ye, Ken, you bastard, Ne'er a stench so ripe and foul Hath erupted from the depths of Any mortal human bowel! Let alone those that I call my own Oh Ken, you caustic cad! Ken: Bob, your poo don't smell like roses Bob: Yeah, but Ken, it ain't that bad
Both: Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells
Bob: Look upon your addled parrot Was it your intent to scare it When you lined its cage with lyrics By Rob Zombie and Syd Barrett? Cuz it did what anything would do In quarters such as these Unleashed its bowels' contents With no small degree of ease
Ken: Is it really necessary To critique my aviary By the way of nasal passages both mucasy and hairy Bob: No inspection was conducted I just merely passed it by And the stench, Ken, did affront The very laws the nose lives by because
Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells
Bob: Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth Kenneth: Bob, your voice doth feed my rage Bob: Get thy stench from off thy pet, sir! Kenneth: Get thy nose from out my cage! For this pseudo-foppish discourse Now hath reached its ending line Bob: May thy testes, then, explodeth! Kenneth: And may thee, Bob, choke on thine!
Both: Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird smells Your bird smells, your bird smells Don't you know your bird sodding smells Oh, my! (weirdojace) |
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