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

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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!*

Chorus

*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.

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