Lyrics:

Right, now you're all up on your feet, you can listen to
Big Nine

Polly Flinders sat by the cinders
Warming her pretty feet
A spark flew out
She gave out a shout
'Cause it burnt her on her cunt and seat

Shalalalalingdongday
Lalalalalalalala, oh oh

Tom-Tom the piper's son
Was always gay and hearty
He met three fairies on the road
They'd been to a goblin party

Shalalalalingdongday
Lalalalalalalala, oh oh

The Queen of Hearts had a baby
They fired guns and had a feast
But when a quiet girl was pregnant
They went and fired the priest
Dirty sod!

Rub-a-dub-dub, Dread's out in his tub
Left all his troubles behind
Plays five finger tunes on his organ
If he don't stop soon, he'll go blind

Shalalalalingdongday
Lalalalalalalala, oh oh

Little Miss Muffett has grown up
From all her frills and frocks
She's into Bowie and Osmonds
And all of the types of art rock
(What did you say?)
Rock
(Oh, rock)

Shalalalalingdongday
Lalalalalalalala, oh oh

Judge Dread he went streaking
Into a lady's den
She said 'What's that you've got hanging?'
He said 'It's only my Big Ten'
(What more do you want, blood?)

Shalalalalalalalalala-lala
Shalalalalalalalalala-lala
Bye
Shalalalalalalalalala-lala