Kogels

Hey, shut up, I'm watching Shrek
Yes, I will do those chores later, supervisor, will be fine
I'll be fine, I told you
(Ey, ey, ey, ey)

You look like Jerry, I like Sam, Alex and Clover
Worried at home because the boy cannot cook
Favorite color white and broken
I get a boner from everything, yes, everything now

Your haircut makes you look like Homer
I would go to David, yes, to David to steam
Ey, was sent away from Rome
You washing machine, ey, I dryer

Go like Herman bread, but higher
Ben calimero, you pigeons or birds
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
My sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets

Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets

(Whoo, whoo)
(Three, two, three, two, ey, ey)

Am in the wilderness, yes, I'm in the jungle
Am a Dutch Simon & Garfunkel
Ask your uncle, ask your uncle
I'm a hottie and you look like chunky

Your labia are the Grand Grand Canyon
And your teeth look like a little manyon
Don't play Stratego, no, I'm just playing Risk
Saw me on your fissa with Obelix last year

Now in your asterisk, ey, like an asteriks
But fuck the back door, I want 50 kiss, ey, wow
50 kicks, ey, I want a thousand shoes (yes)

I see your hairline, yes, then I think about the past
Suske en Wiske, ey, fakka Lambik
I don't do drugs, I'm addicted to grief

Suske en Wiske, ey, fakka Lambik
I don't do drugs, I'm addicted to grief

Ey, ey, ey, ey
Donnie is his own father, I am my own son
Shoutout to being healthy, your teeth Xylophone
I know my networth of that I buy an iPhone

I know I only just work when I show my car
Don't need a waggie, no, I'll take the bike
I am an apple pie, savory as a quiche

I can't play poker, can't do clover jackets either
But can you satisfy orally and you paint my nails, wait what?

Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets
Sex life, yes, it now sounds like bullets

Fire in the hole

Me, didn't I say it was going to be okay?
I said it was going to be okay, ey, I told you
I'm not going to call my brother again
Don't, ah, ah
Why are you recording all this, Mick?
Why do you record all this, it is purely for your own use