From the moment he saw her, he knew that he was for her Nevermind she's a giant, and completely reliant On certain things he couldn't possibly begin to provide They were wed in the autumn, with a ring she had bought him. But her folks were against it, and they weren't in attendance. "What's he wanting with a giant, what's he got to hide?" Well, her face was quite horrid, but her heart, was it solid gold.... you see, late at night, with young Malcolm asleep, she would creep out the back door. And despite the creaking floor, she'd make her way onto the street The wee hours of morn, is when she'd return, with her crumbling botty tired. Her jewel eyes still bright and wired, but slowly she'd drift off back to sleep... Malcolm, Dust them, you can't trust them! Use your feather duster, bust them! Don't play kind now, don't play blind now There's only one way you can find out Malcolm, powder, rock and doubt her I can feel, there's somethin bout her Don't be scared, it isn't fair that You should bear her bad behaviour For a time things were dandy, bought a house that looked fancy Making love was quite chalky, and she used to play naughty Now all she plays is silly games of darting round the truth And she once was persistent, now she seems non existent Her rock body and wire frame, became harder to maintain And to be fair rock giants are much prettier in their youth AND HER TRUE COLOURS SHOWING, AND HER STORIES WERE GROWING OLD You see late one night when the fires were out, the giant laid an egg They laid there both in bed, she said "Malcolm, soon we'll have a child." Malcolm, Dust her! You can't trust her! Use your dusting broom and bust her! No more tears now, It's quite clear now. You have been sterile for years now Malcolm, there's your proof right there of A problem you just must take care of Do as you oughta, fetch the water there's more to her than brick and mortar Lining up the town's men one by one, he damps his broom, and dusts them Down and when he's done he will compare it to what's on the giant's egg. When it hatches, if it matches, Malcolm take your giant bride and smash her chest, take to her with your hammer and pry out her golden heart. Malcolm, Dust 'em! You can't trust 'em. Use your feather duster, bust them No remorse son, dig your claws son Teach them that you're brave and awesome Malcolm, dust 'em! It's disgusting. See them how they're kicking, fussing. Send it out and stop the rumble End it now and watch her crumble MALCOLM DUST THEM, FACE ADJUST THEM TAKE THE GOLDEN HEART AND CRUSH THEM SCHLUCK AND MUCK THEM, DECONSTRUCT THEM USE YOUR MIGHTY HAMMER, F___ THEM