I don't know much, But I know this for certain, That is the sun, Poking its head round the curtain. Now please can we leave, I'd like to go to bed now. It's not just the sun, That is hurting my head now. I'm not trying to say, That I'm smelling of roses, But when will we tire, Of putting shit up our noses. I don't like staying...citeste continuarea versurilor