Lyric I will lick your arsehole

i m like mr. clifford richard i m wired for sound
and when i get myself a mic you won t want to be around
i m off like a note in karen s day tripper
i m faking all my lines like that dolphin called flipper

i send chills down your spine like the strings in billie jean
i m so far underground that i m a one person scene
i m overly thorough just like david attenborough
when he s whispering in the jungle like they re working undercover

evidence irrefutable i m squarer than a cublicle
i hug the straight and narrow like a julie arrows musical
i derail and fail with abstract verse i fail to curtail
the rhythmical measures and pleasurable endeavours never sail

i m lacking in ambition simply no predisposition
and when i hit the stage i lose all composition
i never like it loud cos crowded places scare me
i dig the rock and roll as much as peter paul and mary

arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your...

i m the host with the most uber guy smiley
i ve got the special effects like the bbc man
i ve got flow like mal steem s got chops
it seems that i m so bad they get l.l. to call the cops

beats so hard they ll be bustin up your spleen
i got more rhymes than dern s hair got sheen
i put flash in the dance just like irene cara
and i ve got more toys than teruhisa kitahara

like a digital refinery i hope you lise the binary
so zeros after ones getting lined up into finery
i put them into rows to get the music go
and they goes and they flows like the mucus out your nose

i m the asisiatic australasiatic
instamatic rhythm box static addict
i got the juice and all else got the pith
and i m tough under pressure just like sarah jean smith

arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your arsehole
i will lick your...