Bash This Up Your Ginger

Bash this up your ginger

Don't you wish a comet would forget Jupiter
And try it for the jackpot and hit us instead?
We would all be cactus, but at least there is a bright spot;
At least we'd all die knowing Doug Mulray was dead.

Poor old Tony [beep], he's an alcoholic,
At least that's the rumour and here's another one
I also heard that prick Alan [beep] got pack-raped
If humans were destroyed, at least that's been done.

Anyway, back to Tony [beep].
He'd be off the bottle just about forever
If we were blown to bits
We'd never have to hear your work-care advertising
We could all sing "it's working" as the fucker hits

So lets deal bodies, time do your duty,
Knock this stinking planet for a stinking six
You will hear me screaming "yeah, you fuckin' beautie
Humans are all arseholes except for the pricks."