Ele dorme bem porque tem muitos Bitós a "aparar-lhe a jogada".....
I tiptoed down the street,
Smiled at everyone I meet,
But suddenly a scream
Smashes through my dream.
Fee fie foe fum.
I smell the blood of an asylum.
(Blood of an asylum. But mother, I play so beautifully. Listen. Ha ha.)
Fie fye foe fum.
I smell the blood of the asylum.
Hey you. You're such a pennant.
You got as much brain as a dead ant,
As much imagination as a carvan sign,
But I still love you. Still love you.
Oooh, how sweet to be an idiot.
How sweet. How sweet. How sweet.