Oh my god, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

I-I-I-I-I

Mummy
you're doing me wrong
to God's sexiness, oh I loved him most
Maybe, it isn't Catholic sexiness
Millions of Morse codes love a bit of sex

Where's the one that I go in
Where's the pub I used to hide
I'm going for the Red Lion down my crazy lane
I'm going for a shit in my old Mercedes

Get off!

Homer
where is Moe
i'm about to talk to you now
where is Bart, oh and Lisa
Canada
home of Rush
and home where there's nothing shitloads to do

Where's my mind these days
Where are my U2 concertos

I can't get this feeling or i'm out of this
So i'm Ozzy and you're Geezer

Yes, yes, oh yes

Get up!

Homer
who are Oasis
did you like Blur, i had sex on Bart
Maybe there is Justin Bieber
to go my own way, i'm shaggin' a fox

Where are you these days
Where is this old pub
I'm going down the rails on a shady lane
i'm going down the rails on a shady lane
i'm going down the rails on a shady lane