Blind Snake Sundae (6 10) Lyrics - Singles - Hunters And Collectors

I hear a little voice 

And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces 

The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy 

A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin 

Oh my god what a fat little skin 

And I smell something cooking 

Something soft, something sweet 

Something completely ridiculous 

In the beginning was the word 

It come to scrape away the shell-shock 

And I says shake it, shake it, shake it 

For another five minutes 

And we are blowing it up like shell-shock 

And to this fabulous waste 

Come and deliver yourselves 

I says come and eat up something 

Deliver yourselves 

With wet cherries on a Blind Snake Sundae 

And to this fabulous waste 

Come and deliver yourself 

Oh come and leave all your food lying down in the dust 

And listen to the Cook-House rock 

I said listen to the Cook-House rock 

Listen to it, listen to it, listen 

Listen to the Cook-House rock 

I hear another little voice, same as before 

Except a little bit poorer and wasted 

Whinging for something loud 

By god you're fat boy, fat 

Beer dribbling down your weak little chin 

I will not let you in 

And yes, again I smell something cooking 

Something small and weak 

And completely ridiculous 

And to this fabulous waste 

Come and deliver yourselves 

I says come and clean up something 

Deliver yourself 

With a wet cherry on a Blind Snake Sundae 

And to this fabulous waste 

Come and deliver yourself 

I says leave all your food lying down in the dust 

And listen to the Cook-House rock 

I says listen to the Cook-House rock 

Listen to it, listen to it, listen