Lyrics:

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