Intro: E, D A Verse 1: E You must have seen, Parties of Blockheads; D With blotched, And lagered skin. A Blockheads, With food particles, In their teeth, E What a horrible state, D A They're in. Verse 2: E They've got womanly breasts, Under pale mauve vests, D Shoes like, Dead pigs' noses. A Cornflake packet jacket, Catalogue trousers, E A mouth what never closes. Verse 3: E You must have seen, Blockheads, In raucous teams, D Dressed up after work. A Who screw their poor, Old Eileens, E Get sloshed, D A And go berserk. Verse 4: E Rotary, Accessory watches, D Hire-purchase, Signet rings. A A beauty to, The bully boys, E No lonely vestige, D A Clings. Verse 5: E Why bother at all, About Blockheads? D Why shouldn't they, Do as they please? A You know if it came, To a brainy game, E You could baffle, D A A Blockhead with ease. Break: D How would you like, One puffing and blowing, In your ear-hole? E Or pissing in, D A Your swimming pool? Interlude: E, D A Verse 6: E Bigger brained Blockheads, Often acquire; D Black and orange cars. A Premature ejaculation, Drivers, E Their soft-top's, D A Got roll-bars. Verse 7: E "Fill her up", They say to Blockheads, D "Go on, stick it, Where it hurts".
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