They are all I need to feed me
They stink up my fridge and tease me
Their smell won't leave in the night
I've no hope that it might desert me
Sausages are forever
Hold one up and then sauce it
Smell it, bite it and devour it
I can eat every part
The smell stays in my fridge to taunt me
I don't need smells
For what good will smells do me?
Sausage smells never leave me
For when sausages are gone
Their smell lingers on
Sausage smells are forever
Lingering round my little fridgidaire
Unlike sausages, the smells lingaire
Smells are vexatious things
Which stay longer than is fair
I don't need smells
For what good will smells do me?
Sausage smells never leave me
For when sausages are gone
Their smell lingers on
Sausage smells are forever, forever, forever
Sausage smells are forever, forever, forever
Forever and ever
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2 comments:
"Lingaire"?
Here I was singing it to myself with the standard ocker accent - going on about how the snags are stinking up the place and the pong just hangs around - then you put in some hoity-toity cheese-eating-surrender-monkey accent on the word "linger" and I'm completely thrown.
I'll leave you to your diamonds/snags on/in your little finger/s.
snausages! snausages!
we like porky snausages!
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