The Twits Give Me the Shits


From a CD by the Twits called Play Music
Music Russell Words Aston

You think just because we fuck occasionally.
You try to say what I can watch on TV.
Which way to part my hair, which way to part my shoes.
Listen here you cunt, I've got one thing to say to you.

Sorry to be blunt, but listen babe, get fucked cunt. (X3)

You've got me wishin' every day I was dead.
You've got me signin' songs that sound like "MOTORHEAD"
I've woken up, there's nothing about you I'd miss.
Shut your fucking cakehole and just listen to this.

You're tits are firm and tight, your face is so sweet.
You're Mum's the nicest bird that anyone could meet.
We could've made it it but you nag and then we blue.
Fuck your face and fuck your tits and fuck your Mother too.