Girl with Basket of Fruit

Take a break, the pressure rips her apart
 The baby duck in you has died
 Push it out and F-word a duck
 It's a bad time to be a duck
 Girl with Basket of Fruit
 She sits on a bicycle and floats in space
 She is in love with The Angel of Stop Laughing
 When The Life Promiser makes her say any word
 It comes out as a joke
 He is not a good guest
 The cutlass is a more excellent guest
 Cutlass! Cutlass! Cutlass!
 Girl with Basket of Fruit
 Look at her try to walk away, I get bored
 Photos of her jerking it to mush, I get bored
 It's a vagina strained without end and
 Her lungs fill with tears, her lungs turn to gills
 Life inland is become impossible
 No path straight through Og's Magog Bog
 The Jack Fruit DING! The Dragon Fruit DING!
 The Passion Fruit DING! The Cinnamon's Bun DING!
 She sits on a bicycle and floats in space
 She is love with The Angel of No Taxi Anywhere
 When Of Hell's Electorate: The Grocer
 Makes her dance with a nobody
 It comes out as a joke
 Eating gherkins by the fist full
 From a jar in His front pants pocket
 Brine and peppers building up on the rings round his fingers
 Her boob gets so floppy she uses it as a fan to wave away
 His sickening B.O.
 Now rubbing it off with a brick
 Dust for his panettone
 Every frog hops right up into her butthole
 Every frog eats a single butthole flea on its way in
 She brown box squeezes them all into...
 FROGHOST!!!
 A flock of erect dicks on bats wing pee pees in her
 Sleeping face and pointlessly tries to fuck a blue sky
 At the witch execution they all hope to be called up
 They've had enough! They've had enough!
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 Girl with Basket of Fruit