Bad Haircut — текст песни (Silver Sun)

All the little children, can you see them?
Yes, they are all sleeping
Professor Yaffle spoils your fun
Sunday`s always boring, boring
Sitting on the toilet, waiting to come
(chorus)
I got a cut below that rest
Depends on the cover when it`s hot, i`m not
Rain creeps into the drains
And tell her the fact that she`s so matter of fact
Bye, bye, bye-bye, bye, bye-bye
A bad haircut your gut feels like
You`ve eaten much too much
Clear up the dishes and start to fly, fly
The two of you, out together, out walking
I`m back to my old tricks, stalking, stalking, stalking
(repeat chorus two times)