[bad word] my feathers, I meeting with Miss
This is the story of Tom, peeping his tom's favourite thing
One day, went flying back home
What's that outside on the wing?
Then safely back home for tea

Make port on ram
Sheperd's pie with some chips fried
Nice meal Mum but what is that
Fried-
Mum, just heard [bad word] outside
Watch out it's duck, and it's cold flesh the torch
Make port on ram
Ten jumps the fence like a toad
Jumps the fence like a toad
Jumps the fence

Oh dear, oh dear
Forgotten your name, pretend I know their just the same
Or blame it on my forgetful brain
Pull up your leggings and your memories will be born
Your memories will be born
We're good and we're tight, the three of us never fight
Turning heads and turning nods, it looks like [bad word] from out of space
It looks like [bad word] from out of space
It jumps the fence like a toad
Jumps the fence like a toad...