Shaddup, shaddup
You got nothing to say
Why say it again?
I’ve heard it anyway
Put a sock in it
Eat my feet
You’re the shoe
I was bound to meet
Like a bonsai
You cut me
Ah, shaddup
You don’t know what you’re talking about
Month: October 1988
Sugarlump – 5th October 1988
Would you like some tea?
Yes, please. One lump or three?
You were always so sweet to me
More like a plum than cherry
Call – 4th October 1988
On my shoulders my head feels so small
When I see my feet I feel so tall
On my mind, I can’t forget at all
A million bricks I would call a wall
From the top I could fall
Bounce like a ball
And call
Laughing Telephone Box – 3rd October 1988
Someone cracked a joke
It was something that he said
Began to blush and choke
It became really, really red
Everyone from all around
Started laughing on the ground
And soon they all became a crowd
To see the telephone box laugh aloud
My Cat – 2nd October 1988
I love my cat cos it’s so dumb
It lets me pick it up and stroke its fur
I can kick it and it’ll still come back
And it goes to sleep under the car
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