Now that is really bad atmosphere
With drops of food and stuff in her hair, yeh, yeh,
She trips and stumbles and walkings a pain
Reminds mother it's time to change her, her
Since the return of her stay on the boobs
She leaking like a spring and passing those prunes, hey, hey

Tell me did it sail across her bum
Did she make it through the milky ways, to bad the smells no fading,
those Heaven ice-creams are overrated.

Tell me, did she drop a shooting star
One that leaves a permanent path
that you can't miss while you are looking at her health down there.

Now mother's back to the doctor's practice
he's tracing his way through the constipation, hey, hey
He checks her farts while she ties to blow
Reminds him soon how much she's grown, yeh, yeh.

Now that's is really bad atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might stink me up, blame old Jane ,
it hung around the man, he was so afraid the flies never would end.

Tell me did her wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally give the pants a chance to see the light of day,
she went back to the milky ways
And tell me, did the violence blow you mind
Check everything she wanted is fine
and nothing amiss while you are looking at her health down there

Can you imagine, it smells of deep-fried chicken
You'd best find a ways of sticking up a flag, believe me I know it's strong
He wants to imagine those soiled pant freeze dried moments, five day long
Constipation.
the best soiled nappy that he's ever had poo-ee

Tell me did her wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to get a long way away
When she went back to the milky ways