Liar, liar, tumble dryer
Going around with your drum on fire
Giving abuse you stupid moose
Wait till I put your head in a noose
Liar, liar, tumble dryer
Making noises like a deep fat fryer
Spinning yarns as big as barns
Wait till I cut of your bloody arms
Liar, liar, tumble dryer
Going around like a great big tire
Telling lies with dreadful cries
Wait till I cut out your bloody eyes
Liar, liar, tumble dryer
Your voice is becoming higher and higher
What have I said, I’ll cut of your head
Well what’s the point you’re bloody well dead
By Dr Geebers
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