Are we the only British male [bad word] these days
On the art of romance and cheap mayonnaise

Crawl through the mud
On the soft underbelly of The Yummy Fur
glimpse of love
And [bad word] to expect it from The Yummy Fur

Well nothing happens, and [bad word] Nobody goes, it's awful Joe
But I feel blimpish
Like I can't wait to rest
But (?) 

glimpse of love
From the mouth of Vesuvius from The Yummy Fur
Department love
As endorsed by the girlfriends of The Yummy Fur

Let's cast an eyeball
On the thrill of romance
Like in the thirties
When people would dance together

Thank God there's winter
And we make bumps in the snow
Cos even my roll-up
Are much to hardcore

Trawl through the mud
With Hayley McCartney and The Yummy Fur
That's quite absurd
And [bad word] to expect it from The Yummy Fur