spectrum to big roar, east to west-side.
Dey lurk in the office, always on da phone,
'Honey what's for dinner, what time you be home?'
Make's me wanna hurl, right out tha door,
After the DLC, need to be moppin' tha floor.
Taiters in london, cookin' bad cake,
They just peeved cos they can't bake.
Taiters be sayin 'you giving me nothing today',
Yo I be workin, those words you should unsay.
They're always on the phone, all ova the world,
Listening to tha rantin is why I hurled.
Have weird hobbies, talk about tea,
Don't mention God, that's blas-phem-y.
From Adelaide to London town, taiters every-where,
No matter where you go, there one to de-clare.
Yo I be workin, those words you should unsay.
They're always on the phone, all ova the world,
Listening to tha rantin is why I hurled.
Have weird hobbies, talk about tea,
Don't mention God, that's blas-phem-y.
From Adelaide to London town, taiters every-where,
No matter where you go, there one to de-clare.
By Cathy & Kara
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