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Alan Booth - My Old Lady Wants Something For Her Whorl Lyrics

Come out, you crafty fellow
You have my wife's whorl
Don't make me pound your mound more
Give me something now

Give me a cow for milking, and a good one too
Give me some grain for the pot, or taste my cudgel

Kidhouse
Kidhouse
Stop banging on my house
Kidhouse
Kidhouse
Stop banging on my house
Kidhouse
Kidhouse
Stop banging on my house
Kidhouse
Kidhouse
Stop banging on my house

I will give you just what you want
Don't you worry on that account
A ladder to heaven, was it?
I will give you just what you want
Here, let me set it up for you
Careful with your pails of porridgе
Give my regards to St. Mary
Careful not to gеt too dizzy

Bring me the tallest ladder, to climb to heaven
We've porridge for St. Mary, made of milk and grain

Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
From their splintered skulls
Lichens of white and yellow
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
From their splintered skulls
Don't anger Kidhouse
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
From their splintered skulls
Lichens of white and yellow
Splattered across the world
The porridge and the brains
From their splintered skulls
Don't anger Kidhouse