Bee sheep bang bang tramp sandwich
Alright I’m on this
I’ve still got that fucking bee in my bonnet
I’m feeling a bit of bee sheep bang bang tramp sandwich
I’d ready to rock it.
I ducked out to find the wayward sheep she made it to latitude
She was spray painted pink and had acquired a bad attitude.
Kept on my journey picked up baaaaaabra
Got on the tube picked up the tramp offered her back to mine
I’m a charmer.
I’m a charmer.
We couldn’t of headed home any faster
After
No more than 5 seconds
Began the palava.
Began the palava.
The tramp climbed on top of me with baaabra in her hand
The wayward sheep was bleeting
She mounted the back of the tramp
She mounted the back of the tramp
And for about 4 hours we banged and we banged
There was pink wool everywhere
I could have knitted several jackets for my nan
After that
We all collapsed on the couch
We all collapsed on the couch
As I fell to the ground
The bee slipped out of my mouth
‘I DIDN’T NEED THAT!’ it screamed
Flew up to the window and out
Finally lost that buzzing sound.
I’d advise if you get the chance and think you can manage
Hook yourself up with a bee sheep bang bang trap sandwich
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