Grow up and keep growing or we'll thrash the daylights out of
you.
All we're after is some weirdo who gives us the creeps.
How old are you now, eight? In that case we'll beat the hell out of
you.
All of the other kids - that's who we are.
And this is just our song for the morning.
We're a bunch of wankers, what this says is made for wankers,
So don't you dare go and put them down in your diary.
And watch it coz you'll be followed home all the way from school.
So you'd better keep growing or we'll thrash the daylights out of
you.
And this is just our song for the morning
Whenever you take a shit remember we'll be watching you,
So keep growing or when you're ten you'll still be shitting in front
of us!
All we're after is some weirdo who gives us the creeps
How old are you now, over twelve? In that case we'll beat hell out
of you.
And this is just our song for the morning
You'd better keep on growing coz we'll grow even faster
And run on in front of you and wait for you with our own kids.
You'll get twenty years off without hearing a word from us
But if you're still on your own then, that's when we'll do you in.
