The table will be made,
Blade,
You know it will
And you won't leave until i had my fill
Of bill
Well' he's not that bad
Since 1922 he's the only food i ever had
He's lasted me 80 years
But my stomach is empty
I'm in arrears
I fears
I may die quite soon
If i fail my tune
By eating my bassoon

Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like sandwiches with feathers in
Whooooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like telephones pickled with mustard
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like hedgehogs, breadhogs, wedgehogs
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Call me king of the table,
Badel

The fork is great,
Mate,
You know it is
So i don't want you taking the piss
If you do you see
I will hang you from an oak tree,
Down, down, down you go
Down to where?
How do i know?
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You're wondering how i can sing
The symbols on the keyboard thing
I'll tell you one thing,
I'm king

I like sandwiches with feathers in
Whooooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like telephones pickled with mustard
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like hedgehogs, breadhogs, wedgehogs
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Call me king of the table,
Badel

Cut your face with a poultry knife
Cut your face with a coffee life
Cut the goth with a television
Cut your scissors with cyco vision

I like sandwiches with feathers in
Whooooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like telephones pickled with mustard
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
I like hedgehogs, breadhogs, wedgehogs
Whoooooooooooooooooooo yeah
Call me king of the table,
Badel