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Ian Dury & The Blockheads lyrics - Oh, Mr. Peanut


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Oit, rotten hat  
Where’d you get that haircut? 
Brent Cross Shopping Centre?  
I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult  

Oh, Mr. Shagnasty 
A bit of give and take  
You call me a divvy 
And I think you’re a snake  

Oh, Mr. Knittingcrutch 
Come on for heaven’s sake  
Stick your finger up your nose 
‘Cos you give me the ache  

Oh, Mr. Peanut 
I don't like you at all  
Not only are they poisonous 
But your eyes are much too small  

Oh, Mr. Pastrydraws 
You haven’t got a clue  
So stick you finger up your nose 
And paint your money blue  

I sure monsieur of course you must joking  
Oh yeah mein hier you must be up the creek  
What’s more signor the finger that you’re poking  
That finger stands to reason so to speak  

Oh, Mr. Horribleness 
That’s enough of that  
You’ll call me a ninny 
And you’re a stupid twat  

Oh, Mr. Horsebreath 
Why don't you piss right off?  
Stick your finger up your nose you toff  

I'm sure monsieur I know that you’re a jubbly  
Oh yeah mien hier for certain that you’re cracked  
What’s more signor you look a little bit wobbly  
And we suggest you put your finger back  

For all your life's offences you ain’t nothing but a creep  
You’re mouth is full a sugar, you’re guts are fast asleep  
So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps  
I hate you Mr Peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah