Here come the Harvest Buns,
A belly-full for everyone.
Clipped in rows
They're dominoes,
They're sick as a pig
When morning comes.
Round bum bum.
Flesh gun gun.
Spin we go
With a hi-de-ho
With a knee in the place where the hero roamed!
Here come the Harvest Buns,
A belly-full for everyone.
Clipped in rows
They're dominoes,
They're sick as a pig
When morning comes.