Who put the dirt in charge of the merch
It wasn't Wednesday, Fester or Lurch
Some rhubarb for Sam and Bob
While I stepped out to audit the church
Beer and loathing,
Cosmos is exploding
The audience are sporting a tam
Every stinking Sam
Screened by the band, out in the van
Every tam pom was glued on by hand
Some rhubarb for Bob and Sam
Target frillies bobbed by a wee tail of lamb
Beer and loathing,
Cosmos is exploding
The audience are sporting a tam
Every stinking Sam
Up there (Beer and loathing)
On your hair
It's underwear, that you wear
Up there, on hour hair
It's underwear (Cosmos is exploding)
Underwear
