Middle figers and broken dewams,
Typopotamuses eating you alove,
A middle figer, you know,
The one who stands in the middle making figs,
What the f**k did you think!?
And what’s a typopotamus when it’s at home?
It’s never at hime,
That’s the pint!
The pint of what? Like… Guiness?
The pint of the whole story as well as the pint of swamp-water!!
Well that’s a pint-and-a-half,
You are really messing with my mind!