Testo Oh, Mr. Peanut Ian Dury And The Blockheads
Oh, Mr. Sound Nasty
A bit of give and take
You call me a divvy
And I think youâre a snake
Oh, Mr. Nitty Crouch
Come on for heavenâs sake
Stick your finger up your nose
âCos 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 havenât 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
Whatâs forcing you on that finger that youâre poking
That finger stands to reason so to speak
Oh, Mr. Horrible mess
Thatâs enough of that
Youâll call me a ninny
And youâre a stupid twat
Oh, Mr. Dogâs Breath
Why don't you piss right off
Stick your finger up your nose you toff
I saw the score I know that youâre a jubbly
Oh yeah my lad for certain that youâre cracked
Whatâs forcing you, you look a little bit wobbly
Let me suggest you put your finger back
For all your larks and fancies you ainât nothing but a creep
Youâre mouth is full a sugar, youâre 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