Total Ringo Lyrics - Happy Mondays

That's sickly clean, this mild and meek 

I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend 

It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak 

I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday 

Bing bong, the weekday 

Bing bong, no danger 

Here goes a sweet freak 

How many fools do you get in the school 

Of an English county classroom? 

All the things going on inside your bill bong 

There's no room, it's just pure art room 

You try very hard to get that right 

To imitate some kind of life form 

A matter of fact, without any tact 

You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been burn 

Bing bong, no danger 

Bing bong, the sweet freak 

Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker 

Get the hillbillies down , set out to bugger 

Sweet freak pen and ink 

How do you make a bulldog think? 

Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then 

Happy Christmas, when's it's next week then 

And you swear, you naughty meathead 

What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted 

Bing bong, the weekday 

Bing bong, no danger 

How many fools do you get in the schools 

Of an English county [Incomprehensible]? 

All the things going on inside your built bomb 

There's no room, it's just pure art room 

Sweet freak, pen and ink 

How do we get these [Incomprehensible] dogs to think? 

Sweet freak pen and ink 

It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in 

Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother 

I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother 

Is this love, man, it's pure hate 

If you put it on the table, it'll be to late 

Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate 

It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate 

Is this love man? No it ain't 

Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate 

Is this love, man?