| When I was just a little wee lad
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| I hopped on the lap of my dear old dad
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| Something jumped and poked me good
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| 'That' he said 'just me morning wood'
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| A little tin soldier’s marchin by
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| Sergeant major unzips his fly
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| Pulls his weapon from his camouflage pants
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| Slaps away til it starts to dance
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| A shootin star’s above my bed
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| Changin colors of my mushroom head
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| A rainbow jizz flys across the room
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| Little white spermies meet their doom
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| (Ah!) The amazing Willy Wanker!
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| (Aaaah!) The amazing Willy Wanker!
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| And my scrotum sack he says
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| Lalalalalala, tickle me!
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| Little green men from outer space
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| Here to exterminate the human race
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| Drop their ray guns and retreat to their ships
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| When marshmallow sauce squirts from me tip
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| Like a knight of olden Camelot
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| The goo takes off like an arrow shot
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| Gwynevere drops to her knees and begs
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| For the spittin dragon between me legs
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| I’m using my thing for what it’s for
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| Gentle knock upon me door
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| Mumsy drops her cup of tea
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| When she sees my wank standing tall and free
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| (Ah!) The one and only Willy Wanker!
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| (Aaaaah!) Here comes Willy Wanker!
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| And my marble sack he says
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| Lalalalalala, tickle me!
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| Rasberry scones and marmalade!
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| Squeezing my squid in the evening shine!
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| Visions of mermaids in the sky!
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| Shooting my load in me own left eye!
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| Gramps was a hero in the first World War
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| But he ain’t got no dick no more
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| Comes home smokin from the corner pub
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| Makes poor old Gramsy kiss his nub
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| The world spins around like a big bass drum
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| Nanny pops a pinkie in the generals bum
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| The Irish dance and the Scotsmem howl
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| Time to clean up with the washroom towel
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| (Ah, yeah!) It’s only Willy Wanker, yeah!
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| (Ah!) The lonely Willy Wanker!
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| And my wrinkled sack he says
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| Lalalalalala, tickle me! |