Lyrics:
This kitchen has a king!This hand, this hand is a cunning little buggerWith a habit of turning every A into a BUnless it's put to workThere's a twitch twitch twitch and a rash, and an itchFor a job, for a magic job, and a magic diet and exercise planThere are things I cannot doI cannot not not turn a skinny little shitInto a winsome Brit who spent his youth in honest pleasureFor all my wily waysI cannot not not turn back into the boyIt's a tearful day when a boy must learn his limitationsTake a look at this brochure:Inject, inject, strip away, peel awayThe scars of self abuse with a couple of hours in a private clinicWhat have I left in life?The Knife! the Knife! this knife! this knife!Every inch, every inch of me will come to know its magic!