Look Mum, No Hands - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine

Business, as usual starts with the sound

Of another damn funeral march through the town

One less for Saint Nicholas, there’s nothing so vile

Or as sad and ridiculous as the coffin of a child

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease

That daring young man in the blue dungarees

Struck down by the G-force of a Semtex surprise

He bucks like a sea horse, keels over and dies

With his eyes all dramatic, glazed and confused

The full metal jacket, trousers and shoes

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease

That daring young man in the blue dungarees

And his poor pathetic parents, so stricken with grief

That they spelt his name wrong on his funeral wreath

Are appealing for no vengeance on behalf of their son

But they’ve already assembled and planted the bomb

He flies through the air with the greatest of ease

That daring young man in the blue dungarees

Struck down by the G-force of a Semtex surprise

He bucks like a sea horse, keels over and dies