Brand New 'Combined Harvesters' by Bozo and the Weasels
I drove my
hearse to a Care Home last night
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Grieving
families, I couldn't give a shite
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Dom's
tellin' me 'bout herd immunity
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Kill off
the old 'uns with impunity
Oh ah! oh
aah!
'Cos we're
brand new 'Combined Harvesters'; that's Dom and me
Come on
now Carers, lets harvest together in perfect harmony
I've
chopped several thousands but there's plenty left for thee
Now we're
the brand new 'Combined Harevesters', forget your PPE.
I'll stick
by Dom, he gives me all I need,
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
'E's just
the Angel of Death – the Grim Reaper on speed
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Let's get
down to harvesting, Matt'll lend us a hand
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Curtains
for the Old'uns- they won't guess it's all planned
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
'Cos we're
the new 'Combined Harvesters'; that's Dom and me
Morticians
'n' Embalmers working together in perfect harmony
I've had
coronavirus' but it couldn't do for me
Now, we're
the brand new 'Combined Harvesters' no need for PPE.
Who culls
ya, Granpops? Ha!
Dom'n'Me
be a couple at the Grand Harvester Ball
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
You with
your scythe; me playing the fool
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
With our
Fragrantia Morticiana we will smell grand
Oh ah! Oh
aah!
Get on it
Reaper, we'll all lend a hand.
'Cos we're
the grand new 'Combined Harvesters', that's Dom and me
Deaths
more than 30 thousand, many down to me
Just stop
equivocating, join us and see
The only
way is harvesting; long as it's not you; it's not me...
'Cos we're
the grand new 'Combined Harvesters'. That's Dom and me...
(music
fades
as crematorium curtains close)
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