blue moon bad cheese,
Jesus Christ uninformed, uniformed
To a perfect union
Tied red banners on my sleeves
CDs, CDs, CDs rest with ease
Pekingese full of fleas
Movers shakers claim the daily papers
Don't know a diamond from a hole in the ground
Running round scary sound
Flashes in the dark
Pekingese, Pekingese in the breeze
moon full of green cheese