| Lyrics: | St Vitus came to my town
And visited the cemetery.
The dead got up and
everything
Became one big one big cacaphony.
They all went down the social and
They
claimed their supplementary.
And all the necrophiliacs
Were walking 'round in
misery.
The rotting mass of calcium
Was shopping in the Superstore,
Careering
down the aisles
Like one big psychopathic carnivore,
The shelf-stackers were
alert,
In ecstasy crashed to the floor,
And meanwhile the Saint was
Growing crazy at
the fire-door.
Ah, the beautiful sparkling healthy spa water of Bath, in
Avon.
I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!
I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!
I! hate! Nerys!
Hughes!
I! hate! Nerys! Hughes |
