Oh Mr Peanut - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

Oi!, Rotten hat!

Where’d you get that hair-cut?

Brent Cross Shopping Centre?

I bet your mother fed you with a catapult

Oh, Mr. Shag Nasty

A bit of give and take

You call me a divvy

And I think you’re a snake!

Oh, Mr. Knitting Crouch

Come on for heaven’s sake

Stick your finger up your nose

'Cos you give me the ache!

Oh, Mr. Peanut

I don’t like you at all

Not only are they poisonous

But your eyes are much too small

Oh, Mr. Pastry Draws

You haven’t got a clue

So stick you finger up your nose

And paint your money blue!

I saw Monsieur of course you must joking

Oh yeah Mein Herr you must be up the creek

What’s more Signor the finger that you’re poking

That finger stands for reason so to speak

Oh, Mr. Horribleness

That’s enough of that

You’ll call me a ninny

And you’re a stupid twat!

Oh, Mr. Dog’s Breath

Why don’t you piss right off!

Stick your finger up your nose, you toff

I’m sure Monsieur I know that you’re a jubbly

Oh yeah Mein Herr for certainly you’re cracked

What’s more Signor you look a little bit wobbly

Let me suggest you put your finger back

For all your life’s offences you ain’t nothing but a creep

Your mouth is full of sugar, your guts are fast asleep

So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps

I hate you Mr Peanut you really make me weep