You make make me feel like glue.
Stick em up,who?
Is there a wrong to be wrung?
A belle to the bung
My ma rang out the washing and hanged it daily
We had no washing machines and were we fat?No, but we dies anyway!
I arrest my own base.
Here’s song to be flung to the highest bladder
Cannot you ring?
You make me feel like flu.
A week in bed with a zoo.
and a caterpillar too
How about you?
You make me reel ,there’s a fu to be kung.
My nose has a bung
A sin to be twinned
and a tune to be hung
You make me feel like death
You make me right till I’ve left
The warp and the weft
And an end to my breath.
You make feel like Sue.
You call her name too!
You wear her old hat
with a cat and some spats.
how about all of that?
Is it me ,you and Sue
And doctor Who?

Boo.