What Is Wrong With You
Yes, it's male Sundayitis,
AKA masculine vaginitis,
So, it's footy Sunday again,
Your great god Baal of sin,
Ever tried to lighten up?
A smile on your dial of life's cup,
No, wake up and get negative!
Lucky for you I'm so positive,
Men, kill yourselves on the front grass,
I've mopped the floors, that'll last,
Always keep on smiling, I say,
For once, you can have delightful day.
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