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Song title: Hunters & Collectors - Blind Snake Sundae

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I hear a little voice
 And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces
 The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy
 A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin
 Oh my god what a fat little skin

And I smell something cooking
 Something soft, something sweet
 Something completely ridiculous

In the beginning was the word
 It come to scrape away the shell-shock
 And I says shake it, shake it, shake it
 For another five minutes
 And we are blowing it up like shell-shock

And to this fabulous waste
 Come and deliver yourselves
 I says come and eat up something
 Deliver yourselves
 With wet cherries on a Blind Snake Sundae

And to this fabulous waste
 Come and deliver yourself
 Oh come and leave all your food lying down in the dust
 And listen to the Cook-House rock
 I said listen to the Cook-House rock

Listen to it, listen to it, listen
 Listen to the Cook-House rock

I hear another little voice, same as before
 Except a little bit poorer and wasted
 Whinging for something loud
 By god you're fat boy, fat
 Beer dribbling down your weak little chin
 I will not let you in

And yes, again I smell something cooking
 Something small and weak
 And completely ridiculous

And to this fabulous waste
 Come and deliver yourselves
 I says come and clean up something
 Deliver yourself
 With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake Sundae

And to this fabulous waste
 Come and deliver yourself
 I says leave all your food lying down in the dust
 And listen to the Cook-House rock

I says listen to the Cook-House rock
 Listen to it, listen to it, listen

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