Bashibazouks lyrics
by Momus
Everything's continuously flying away to hell
Because of the stupidity of people
Idiocy hurts, and if idiots went to church
This would be their f*cking cathedral
I'm at the ATM, and coming out instead of cash
Is a wedge of pigeon feathers and saliva mixed with ash
What's happening in Little England is becoming clear:
They are dealing with the problem of evil
The pillywink and thumbiken are making their return
Along with every other type of screw
I am paying at the pump the price for some pamphlet of hate-spew
Published back in 1692
I wouldn't call these people "people", more like feral sheep
Slobs and yobbos, bozos, drunks and devils
Gimlet-eyed bully herds, sneering little creeps
Fustylugs and fungus-sniffers, driggle-draggle, gasbag-lovers
Drate-pokes and their gnashgabs
Klazomaniacs, loitersacks and quisbies, whiffle-whaffle, muckspouts and roiderbanks
Snoutbrigands, scobberlotchers, sorners, and the raggabrashing rabble
Knuckle-dragging bashibazouks
April is regarding me with curious concern
I've been land-surveying Greenland on the Streetview
And May demands to know if I would like to clipe my neighbours up
For half-a-crown of billyballoo
My boss requests a Facebook chat while I am on the toilet seat
Brushing up upon my rusty evil
What's happening here in Little England is becoming clear
They are dealing with the devil