Faster than a bullet
Thicker than whipped cream
Louder than a teenager
That's lacking self-esteem

Making himself a nuisance
Getting in the way
Accusing everyone of being gay

No time for a chorus
Hope you liked the chorus

Planet's devastated
Mankind's on its knees
A saviour comes from out the skies
And gets stuck in the trees

He dangles like a monkey
Trying to get free
Disturbs a nest and gets attacked by bees

No time for a chorus
Doughnuts are a torus

Except the ones with jam in
Those ones are the best
Until they start to leak and then
They make a fucking mess

But in all this talk of baked goods
One thing must be said.
Brioche is really nothing more than bread.

No time for a chorus
This time let's choose Horus

Because this song is metal
From nineteen eighty-four
Which means you need a verse or two
About demonic lore

Not sure what's going on now.
That bloke's still in a tree
In a someone-else's-problem field
It's nothing to do with me.

I'm sure he'll get down some how
The wolves will break his fall
Looks like he'll be just fine after all

This is the last chorus
Call a taxi for us
Watch that stegosaurus
He might try to gore us