The Apple Songtext
von 4 Golfers
The Apple Songtext
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Dig deep sacrificial sausage full of brine
Member of the gang that commits the largest crime
Waiting for a back pat, layered in my back fat
Take my hands and throw me in the laundromat
Feeling all shrimped on a Thursday afternoon
Put my feet in the grocery basket
Squealing like a loon
Pull it from the bin, toss it out with the fishy fishy
Sardine magazine I′m feeling all squishy squishy
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Sat in the kitchen
With the prawns in my belly
Pull the door on the fridge
Find a shrimp in the deli deli
Fighting with my cravings
Fire burnt all my savings
Dog running round my ankles
Like a fish in vermicelli
I'll write you up in my captain′s log
Light shining through the mist, thick as an fuckin bog
Turtle soup munch down deep in my tummy tummy
Chewing on a log, teeth feeling all gummy gummy
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
(4 golfers)
Shotgun, buck shot, greyhound bus
Like a hundred little men all covered in dust
Burn through my eyes, chemicals in the coke
Jungle shot off a back monkey fucks with a bloke
Running back my dog as we race down the lane
Rabbit burned in the pavement drives me fuckin insane
Take a picture of my face it'll last a mile more
Slobber on a burger it'll soak in my pores
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Rotten to the core
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Dig deep sacrificial sausage full of brine
Member of the gang that commits the largest crime
Waiting for a back pat, layered in my back fat
Take my hands and throw me in the laundromat
Feeling all shrimped on a Thursday afternoon
Put my feet in the grocery basket
Squealing like a loon
Pull it from the bin, toss it out with the fishy fishy
Sardine magazine I′m feeling all squishy squishy
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Sat in the kitchen
With the prawns in my belly
Pull the door on the fridge
Find a shrimp in the deli deli
Fighting with my cravings
Fire burnt all my savings
Dog running round my ankles
Like a fish in vermicelli
I'll write you up in my captain′s log
Light shining through the mist, thick as an fuckin bog
Turtle soup munch down deep in my tummy tummy
Chewing on a log, teeth feeling all gummy gummy
Worm, Apple
Worm, Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
(4 golfers)
Shotgun, buck shot, greyhound bus
Like a hundred little men all covered in dust
Burn through my eyes, chemicals in the coke
Jungle shot off a back monkey fucks with a bloke
Running back my dog as we race down the lane
Rabbit burned in the pavement drives me fuckin insane
Take a picture of my face it'll last a mile more
Slobber on a burger it'll soak in my pores
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Put your fuckin hands up
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
The Worm, The Apple
Rotten to the core
Writer(s): Max Daniels, Lucien Caro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
