Conker's Bad Fur Day - The Great Mighty Poo | Текст песни

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I am the Great Mighty Poo

and I'm going to throw my *&%$ at you!

A huge supply of tish

come from my chocolate starfish.

How about some scat you little twat?
Do you really think you'll survive in here?

You don't seem to know which creek you're in

sweet corn is the only thing

that makes it through my rear.

How d'you think I keep this lovely grin?
Now I'm really getting rather mad.

You're like a niggly, tickly *&%@ , little tag nut.

When I've knocked you out with all my bab

I'm going to take your head and ram it up my butt!

Conker: Your butt.

GMP: My butt.

Conker: Your butt.

GMP: That's right, my butt!

Conker: (shudders)

GMP: My butt!

Conker: (yelps in horror)

GMP: MY BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!

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