Okay, now
It's a nightmare, coming over me
Oh my God, send them back to the freak show
I'm drooling, you're boring
Didn't realise being a cunt was your calling
Are you just tryna finish me?
Lord knows it's six days of the week
I don't do Sunday, that's my fun day
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
You try to freeze me, Walt Disney
Put me on defrost for about two-fifty
Now I'm howling, used to growling
Chase me 'round the house like a prime Jack Nicholson
I watch TV then I want bed
You want me gone, I want me dead
I wasn't like this long ago
Why are you?
Huh, huh, huh-ah
It's a Monday, ain't my fun day
Lord knows why I take this ketamine
You're always crying, my brain frying
If you don't stop you'll make a pond for the fisherthem
Are you just tryna finish me?
Lord knows it's six days of the week
I don't do Sunday, that's my fun day
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
Cooking with gas, you're cooking with gas, we're cooking
(Ah)
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