Bubudeeboo
Bubudeeboo
I pray for a day
Without bubudeeboo
Fluffing and flapping your wings
Is driving my mind to bad things
Bad things I want to do to you
Like, flick back your poo at you
Feed you Resolve
And watch you explode
Bubudeeboo
I plead spite at you
I'd like to spit feathers at you
And roast you for tea
With minted peas
Get off my window sill
Bubudeeboo
Now rotting from your poisonous poo
Like your own personal loo
What I really need is a dog lead
To impede you
Feed back your shit to you
Bubudeeboo
Your time is up birdy num num
A cork has been readied
To seal up your bum
No more bubudeeboo
No more poo poo
This is the end for you
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