hunters collectors – blind snake sundae lyrics

i hear a little voice
and it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces
the little voice whinges for something loud and heavy
a little line of beer running down his chinny-chin
oh my god what a fat little skin

and i smell something cooking
something soft, something sweet
something completely ridiculous

in the beginning was the word
it come to scr-pe away the sh-ll-shock
and i says shake it, shake it, shake it
for another five minutes
and we are blowing it up like sh-ll-shock

and to this fabulous waste
come and deliver yourselves
i says come and eat up something
deliver yourselves
with wet cherries on a blind snake sundae

and to this fabulous waste
come and deliver yourself
oh come and leave all your food lying down in the dust
and listen to the cook-house rock
i said listen to the cook-house rock

listen to it, listen to it, listen
listen to the cook-house rock

i hear another little voice, same as before
except a little bit poorer and wasted
whinging for something loud
by god you’re fat boy, fat
beer dribbling down your weak little chin
i will not let you in

and yes, again i smell something cooking
something small and weak
and completely ridiculous

and to this fabulous waste
come and deliver yourselves
i says come and clean up something
deliver yourself
with a wet cherry on a blind snake sundae

and to this fabulous waste
come and deliver yourself
i says leave all your food lying down in the dust
and listen to the cook-house rock

i says listen to the cook-house rock
listen to it, listen to it, listen

- hunters collectors lyrics