Norman, I’ve dropped my cup of teaWill you please pick it up and put the tea back in it?Do it quicklyOr I'll hit youNorman, please build a time machineUse it to go back in time before I dropped the teacupAnd stop me dropping itOr I’ll kill youSuck the tea off the carpetThen glue the cup back togetherAnd spit the tea back into itThen remove your spit from the teaYou might have to buy a centrifugeFrom the science lab on the cornerBut don't think I'm gonna pay for itIt'll have to come out of your wagesNorman – And if you don't succeedI will force you to go back in time again and againUntil there’s loads of youIn my living roomAnd when there are enough of youI will force you to kiss yourself in front of your MumAnd then there will beA big explosionI pressed my face to the windowAnd pressed it harder and harderAnd then I kept on pressing itTill my face went through the windowI drew a cock on the carpetAnd did a crap on top of itThen I screamed “Daddy”But he never came - oh oh oh oh ohNorman – you are my Daddy nowDo things a Daddy should doLike repaying my debtsAnd talking backwardsNorman – I’m foaming at the mouthWill you please catch the foam in the cup I’ve been talking about?And then drink itOr you will sufferMy plan for infinite NormansMy plan for infinite NormansThe body’s in the woodsI left it in a carThe registration number is “B0 OB5”It sort of spells “boobs”I did it as a jokeSee, I have got a sense of humourNo matter what you thinkHa ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha haWhy aren't you laughing, Norman?Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha, ha ha ha haNorman
Norman, I’ve dropped my cup of teaWill you please pick it up And put the tea back in it?Do it quicklyOr I'll hit youNorman, please build a time machineUse it to go back in time Before I dropped the teacupAnd stop me dropping itOr I’ll kill youSuck the tea off the carpetThen glue the cup back togetherAnd spit the tea back into itThen remove your spit from the teaYou might have to buy a centrifugeFrom the science lab on the cornerBut don't think I'm gonna pay for itIt'll have to come out of your wagesNorman – And if you don't succeedI will force you to go back in time Again and againUntil there’s loads of youIn my living roomAnd when there are enough of youI will force you to kiss yourself In front of your MumAnd then there will beA big explosionI pressed my face to the windowAnd pressed it harder and harderAnd then I kept on pressing itTill my face went through the windowI drew a cock on the carpetAnd did a crap on top of itThen I screamed “Daddy”But he never came - oh oh oh oh ohNorman – you are my Daddy nowDo things a Daddy should doLike repaying my debtsAnd talking backwardsNorman – I’m foaming at the mouthWill you please catch the foam in the cup I’ve been talking about?And then drink itOr you will sufferMy plan for infinite NormansMy plan for infinite NormansThe body’s in the woodsI left it in a carThe registration number is “B0 OB5”It sort of spells “boobs”I did it as a jokeSee, I have got a sense of humourNo matter what you thinkHa ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha haWhy aren't you laughing, Norman?Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha haHa ha ha ha, ha ha ha haNorman