In the bakery there's sheep prostitution,
there's vagina flavored jam,
there's an idea with 500 fishbones,
there's a time when the drunk get to drive,
there's a post taken from "On Eugenics",
and its linked from the gallery of beans
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone,
take this bone,
take this bone it came from the trash can
oh I hate it, I hate it, I hate it,
your idea is grossly obscene,
you say "castrate all with short noses",
and your "science" is mindless and mean,
smell that odor, it's intense and unpleasant,
emanates from the bones cast for you
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone and then please wash your hands
this bone, this bone, this bone, this bone,
with the scent of death, it's making me retch,
oh take it away from me please
there's a doll that supports pedophilia,
there's a toilet that knows how to please,
there's a nutter who would if he had the chance,
change the moon to a WMD,
but who could possibly dream up this,
and why's there a can filled with spunk?
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone and watch out for the fleas
there's an alley where the children are smoking,
with an ounce of skin crack in their shoes,
a bum's eating and wearing steak trousers,
drinking towel wine to escape from the blues,
and a chimp there is tired and panting,
'cus he works for the road repair crew
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this bone, take this bone,
take this bone it's infected I hope
this bone, this bone, this bone, this bone,
with the scent of death, it's making me retch,
oh take it away from me please...