Dead Finks Don't Talk
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๐ Lyrics
Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky
You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.
Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there.
And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More for me bless my soul
More for me bless my soul.
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.
But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction.
Oh naughty sneeky
You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.
Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there.
And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.
Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More for me bless my soul
More for me bless my soul.
Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.
But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.43] Oh cheeky cheeky
[00:17.88] Oh naughty sneeky
[00:20.74] You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
[00:27.39] But these finks don't walk too well
[00:38.23] A bad sense of direction
[00:43.84] And so they stumble round in threes
[00:49.18] Such a strange collection.
[00:54.65] Oh you headless chicken
[00:55.13] Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
[01:05.04] You're always so charming
[01:11.78] As you peck your way up there.
[01:15.35] And these finks don't dress too well
[01:21.76] No discrimination
[01:28.17] To be a zombie all the time
[01:32.72] Requires such dedication.
[01:38.71] Oh please, sir will you let it go by
[02:27.01] 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
[02:29.64] In my place the stuff is all there
[02:32.16] I've been ever so sad for a very long time
[02:34.82] My my they wanted the works can you this and that
[02:37.92] I never got a letter back
[02:42.03] More for me bless my soul
[02:43.21] More for me bless my soul.
[02:48.57] Oh perfect masters
[03:12.32] They thrive on disasters
[03:16.63] They all look so harmless
[03:21.83] Till they find there way up there.
[03:26.18] But dead finks don't talk too well
[03:32.85] They've got a shaky sense of diction
[03:38.19] It's not so much a living hell
[03:43.74] It's just a dying fiction.
[03:49.29]
[00:17.88] Oh naughty sneeky
[00:20.74] You're so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
[00:27.39] But these finks don't walk too well
[00:38.23] A bad sense of direction
[00:43.84] And so they stumble round in threes
[00:49.18] Such a strange collection.
[00:54.65] Oh you headless chicken
[00:55.13] Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
[01:05.04] You're always so charming
[01:11.78] As you peck your way up there.
[01:15.35] And these finks don't dress too well
[01:21.76] No discrimination
[01:28.17] To be a zombie all the time
[01:32.72] Requires such dedication.
[01:38.71] Oh please, sir will you let it go by
[02:27.01] 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied
[02:29.64] In my place the stuff is all there
[02:32.16] I've been ever so sad for a very long time
[02:34.82] My my they wanted the works can you this and that
[02:37.92] I never got a letter back
[02:42.03] More for me bless my soul
[02:43.21] More for me bless my soul.
[02:48.57] Oh perfect masters
[03:12.32] They thrive on disasters
[03:16.63] They all look so harmless
[03:21.83] Till they find there way up there.
[03:26.18] But dead finks don't talk too well
[03:32.85] They've got a shaky sense of diction
[03:38.19] It's not so much a living hell
[03:43.74] It's just a dying fiction.
[03:49.29]