Letra de Bash This Up Your Ginger

Don't you wish a comet Would forget Jupiter, And try for the jackpot And hit us instead? We would all be cactus, But there is a bright spot: At least we'd die knowing Doug Mulray was dead. Poor old Tony Modra, He's an alchohlic (At least that's the rumour - Here's another one: I also heard that prick Alan Bond got pack raped; If humans were destroyed, Thank God that's been done.) Back to Tony Modra - He'd be off the bottle Just about forever If we're blown to bits; We'd never have to hear Workcare advertising: We could sing: "It's working" As the fucker hits. Celestial bodies, Time to do your duty: Knock this stinking planet For a stinking six. You will hear me sreaming, "Yeah, you fucking beauty: Humans are all arseholes, Except for the pricks."