Lyrics Saint Etienne – Duke Duvet
Text:
Where is your respirator?
Nicked
Hm?
Captain… kiss tell
What?
Each year at this time, five-and-twenty past two, I’m peculiarly partial to a drop of traditional spong-bake
Purchase or hire thirty-eight ripe spongs. Wheel them home, and shoot them. Then simply bake them, and eat them once. The end