This one time I was running through the fields When I came across a dead guy With a letter in his hands So I scanned it And though the grammar was OK There was such a lack of purpose That it was difficult to care But anyway Hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth That Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?] Yeah! Nothing in this world could take her common shame away Yeah! Cos Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?] The next day (about 10 o’clock) It was playing on my mind (well I say it was) So I entered it for contest [?] (good job!) But there was nothing fair to print But anyway Hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth Yeah That Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?] Yeah! Nothing in this world could take her common shame away Yeah! Cos Emma’s Mum and Dad use plastic forks [?] Maybe it’s an old cliché But sometimes things are better left expected You let your manatee down Then you drown, that’s just the way with nature I been there once or twice, before With better hair, and let me tell you Only the good die young Except for when they don’t It’s not exactly fair (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) It’ll never be a kingdom share [?] (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) It’ll never be a kingdom share [?] (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) It’ll never be a kingdom share [?] (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) It’ll never be a kingdom share [?]