My slippers are very funny
They tell me lots of things
Like if your clothes are runny
They'll fall off your skin
Of course I take no notice
Of these trivialties
Choosing instead to listen to
BBC Radio 3
Tell me more about your melting face
Says the scorned snake
I wish to learn about it
So I can put it in your pasta bake
Feel the waking movements
Of the tiny legions
Rolling beneath you
On this humid morning
We want you to remember
All the pleasant things
That happened last December
Maybe you grew tiny wings
Sprouting from your shoulders
Giving you the gift of flight
All of your friends were jealous
But they didn't put up a fight
Intergalactic Cow - The Snake's Face Pasta Bake Lyrics
Intergalactic Cow - The Snake's Face Pasta Bake Lyrics
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English
My slippers are very funny
They tell me lots of things
Like if your clothes are runny
They'll fall off your skin
Of course I take no notice
Of these trivialties
Choosing instead to listen to
BBC Radio 3
Tell me more about your melting face
Says the scorned snake
I wish to learn about it
So I can put it in your pasta bake
Feel the waking movements
Of the tiny legions
Rolling beneath you
On this humid morning
We want you to remember
All the pleasant things
That happened last December
Maybe you grew tiny wings
Sprouting from your shoulders
Giving you the gift of flight
All of your friends were jealous
But they didn't put up a fight
They tell me lots of things
Like if your clothes are runny
They'll fall off your skin
Of course I take no notice
Of these trivialties
Choosing instead to listen to
BBC Radio 3
Tell me more about your melting face
Says the scorned snake
I wish to learn about it
So I can put it in your pasta bake
Feel the waking movements
Of the tiny legions
Rolling beneath you
On this humid morning
We want you to remember
All the pleasant things
That happened last December
Maybe you grew tiny wings
Sprouting from your shoulders
Giving you the gift of flight
All of your friends were jealous
But they didn't put up a fight
Writer: Jacob Yung
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid