THE Bluster Boy is,
Alone, dangled from the streetlight,
Just outside the school, so in,
The morning, they'll know what they've done
But they'll see the RIP in the CROTCH
Of his trousers, they'll see his BELLY hang
Out like MARZIPAN and they will laugh
They don't understand, only the NEXT fattest
Plods down his gallow walk,
MARS BAR IN HAND.
And his sister, sits up all night,
And waits for the radio, To answer the details,
Of the morning traffic, And then she can sleep,
Then she can sleep.
Old Mr Mars bar, he plays Nintendo,
Watches the world as it laughs and it jokes,
They said you are fat, you are mis-shapen,
Now he's gone, now he's taken.
They kick at his feet. They pull at his hair.
Till he's flat on his back. Till he's red in the cheeks.
They said you are fat. You are mis-shapen.
Now he's gone. Now he's taken.
Alone, dangled from the streetlight,
Just outside the school, so in,
The morning, they'll know what they've done
But they'll see the RIP in the CROTCH
Of his trousers, they'll see his BELLY hang
Out like MARZIPAN and they will laugh
They don't understand, only the NEXT fattest
Plods down his gallow walk,
MARS BAR IN HAND.
And his sister, sits up all night,
And waits for the radio, To answer the details,
Of the morning traffic, And then she can sleep,
Then she can sleep.
Old Mr Mars bar, he plays Nintendo,
Watches the world as it laughs and it jokes,
They said you are fat, you are mis-shapen,
Now he's gone, now he's taken.
They kick at his feet. They pull at his hair.
Till he's flat on his back. Till he's red in the cheeks.
They said you are fat. You are mis-shapen.
Now he's gone. Now he's taken.