The Twits Give Me the Shits

Violet Crumble

From a CD by the Twits called Play Music
Music & Vocal Melody Russell
First Verse Words Russell
Second and Third Verse Words Negro
Forth Verse Words Aston

I was born on the back of a truck,
Ma and Pa never had much luck.
Grandma was mean as she was tall,
Made us break that Violet Crumble

Violet Crumble,
She made us break it in four
Violet Crumble,
and the best pieces fell on the floor

I was born at a very early age,
In the back of a beat up old bass drum.
That crinkling sound of a wrapper unfolding,
Used to make me come crawling.


I don't know but I've been told,
I've got to die before I get old.
I don't know nothing if it's got nothing to do with crumbles,
But I hope I don't die before I get a cold! *ACHOO!*


*slide guitar break*

I used to have these horrible honneycomb flashbacks,
About Granny's backyard in Northcote.
You know it used to make me mad, it used to make me puncy,
I want to sneak off and eat myself a Crunchie.

The best bits just fell on the floor
The best bits just fell on the floor
The best bits just fell on, the floor...