Miss Peaches wears an iron dress,
And sweet pea likes bubbles,
And if I had a scythe,
I'd hack away all her troubles

Shortsellers under stress while the (?) doubles,
I long to see, who lives amongst [bad word] and [bad word] 
 [bad word] on, there's a new Burma Shave,
Ever since they told us we could recklessly misbehave

I got onto the website, I got chicken from a funnel,
And every time we meet, I meet you in a Shanghai Tunnel,
I could be wrong about everything,
But I've seen the bells, and I heard them ring,
This time I'm in no position to say anything

Miss Peaches bakes a lizard pie, and sweet pea just cries,
There's a million other things 
She'd rather have than one of those pies,
Troubled teens wanna die, and scoundrels tell lies,
I long to know, what kind of yeast is making your bread rise,
I'm happy as a clam,
Ever since I did the right thing and forgot who I am

The guy I used to work with
Became a prison [bad word] 
And ever since he got out ,
He gotta go back, back for more

I'm not asking for a reprieve 
But it's quite a tangled web we weave,
I'm not asking you to believe anything,
If you ask her to dance
With a “how do you do?”

When she makes your acquaintance, she always turns blue,
She's not one to breed, but she'll follow your lead,
And she's dancing two-step tango away