Ian Dury And The Blockheads – Letras de Oh, Mr. Peanut

OI, rotten hat
Where'd you get that hair-cut
Brent Cross Shopping Centre?
I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult

Oh, Mr. Sound Nasty
A bit of give and take
You call me a divvy
And I think you're a snake

Oh, Mr. Nitty Crouch
Come on for heaven's sake
Stick your finger up your nose
?Cos you give me the ache

Oh, Mr. Peanut
I don't like you at all
Not only are they poisonous
But your eyes are much too small

Oh, Mr. Pastry Draws
You haven't got a clue
So stick you finger up your nose
And paint your money blue

I saw the score of course you must joking
Oh yeah my lad you must be up the creek
What's forcing you on that finger that you're poking
That finger stands to reason so to speak

Oh, Mr. Horrible mess
That's enough of that
You'll call me a ninny
And you're a stupid twat

Oh, Mr. Dog's Breath
Why don't you piss right off
Stick your finger up your nose you toff

I saw the score I know that you're a jubbly
Oh yeah my lad for certain that you're cracked
What's forcing you, you look a little bit wobbly
Let me suggest you put your finger back

For all your larks and fancies you ain't nothing but a creep
You're mouth is full a sugar, you're guts are fast asleep
So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps
I hate you Mr peanut you really make me weep, hahahaahaahahahahhahah