The Evil Bull
Oh no! A volcano has erupted in my mansion!
Whoosh goes the lava, all over me shirt,
and it all slops down with leering vengeance,
hot and sticky and horrible and runny,
and the thick black smoke spews up in the air.
Through this dimness a spectre emerges,
it’s a great big bull with a horrible head,
and his eyes bug out and his lips is curled,
with two metal horns and high-heeled shoes,
Yin yin yin,
yin yin yin.
He emits the awful belch of wrath,
he emerges from the ground and he begins to shriek,
well he is big and brassy with golden legs,
I must fight this devil before he steals my eggs.
Yin yin yin,
yin yin yin,
yin yin yin,
yin yin yin.
There is uproar in my mind and uproar in my lounge,
and my seventeen babies begin to howl,
then he beckons to me and he bids me hark,
oh he’s horrible, demonic and he starts to spit.
I am the bull of death,
have I got a prize for you sir,
I am the bull of death,
have I got a prize for you sir.
Well I couldn’t resist so I clumped him with me shovel,
and that spelled one thing, i.e. trouble,
it didn’t make him froth and it never made him whistle,
why he merely tittered and began to sing, he said;
Yin yin yin,
I am not thin,
Yin yin yin,
I am not thin.
Then I wrestled with him, I wrestled him I say,
I stuck the boot in and he stuck his hoof in,
My, how I struggled against his talons of destruction,
And then the beast said;
Come with me to Paris,
why not come with me to Paris,
come with me to Paris,
come with me to Paris.
Off then I trekked, into the hell-hole,
lookin‘ like a nutter and feelin’ kind of dreamy,
I got to Paris, I had a look about,
I watched the telly, I ate some jelly,
I listened to the rumble in me big fat belly,
I donned my bonnet and I lit up my pipe,
At last I was a bull so I began to hum, I said;
Yin yin yin I am not thin,
Yin yin yin I am not thin.
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