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Morning,
Wake up and smell all the breakfast foods that are on offer,
No one prepared us for whats on the menu,
I've never tried this before,
If this is the breakfast of champions,
I don't want to be an athlete,
Gastro-testicular bad combination,
At least their not serving them raw.
Cooking with balls,
Who would've thought it could be so normal,
Now we now,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef.
Come in, sit down and please be assured that you,
Won't find a bad ball here,
Culled straight from the rocky mountains, the difference between a bull and a steer.
Cooking with balls,
Who would've thought it could be so normal,
Now we now,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef,
He's a ballchef.
- Album:
- Smoko At The Pet Food Factory
- Miscellaneous
- Meet The Family
- Sans Souci
- Shut Your Mouth
- Once A Jolly Swagman Always A Jolly Swagman
- Not So Tough Now
- Parasite
- Dick Sandwich
- Meet the Family / Mongrel
- I Miss My Lung
- Forever Malcolm Young
- We Lived Like Kings (We Did Anything We Wanted)
- Indie 2000, Volume 5
- Fat Music, Volume 5: Live Fat, Die Young
- Fat Music, Volume 6: Uncontrollable Fatulence
- Coughing Up a Storm
- Dr. Martens: The Capitol Records Music Sampler
- Happy Meals, Volume 1: A Smorgasbord of My Favorite Songs
- For the Term of Their Unnatural Lives