Tekst:
Ian Dury And The Blockheads Poo Poo In The Prawn

I'd swallowed And it almost did me up Something coming Through the plumbing That should not be there at all The glass is brimming And things are swimming And

and my mask In proper distribution A fully-formed ablutions Formed an ocean of pollution In which I daredn't bask Some turds were teeny-tiny And some were big and