That's sickly clean, this mild and meek   I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend   It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak   I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday      Bing bong, the weekday   Bing bong, no danger   Here goes a sweet freak      How many fools do you get in the school   Of an English county classroom?   All the things going on inside your bill bong   There's no room, it's just pure art room      You try very hard to get that right   To imitate some kind of life form   A matter of fact, without any tact   You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been burn      Bing bong, no danger   Bing bong, the sweet freak      Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker   Get the hillbillies down , set out to bugger   Sweet freak pen and ink   How do you make a bulldog think?      Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then   Happy Christmas, when's it's next week then   And you swear, you naughty meathead   What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted      Bing bong, the weekday   Bing bong, no danger      How many fools do you get in the schools   Of an English county [Incomprehensible]?   All the things going on inside your built bomb   There's no room, it's just pure art room      Sweet freak, pen and ink   How do we get these [Incomprehensible] dogs to think?   Sweet freak pen and ink   It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in      Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother   I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother      Is this love, man, it's pure hate   If you put it on the table, it'll be to late   Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate   It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate      Is this love man? No it ain't   Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate   Is this love, man?