Yeah, we’re the f#cking garden gnomes!
Better watch your back, or we’ll f#ck up your #ss
That’s right! (??)
Start to move it, dance till you lose it
We are called the garden gnomes, hiding outside your home
Watching as you bone all of the chicks you bring over
Hanging out your dick like the cliffs of dover
Lemme tell ya something, you don’t know when to stop
He never pays any attention to the gnomes
We are part of him but hey it’s alright hе got sex
All I say is we got free p#rn as he
Splits thosе legs and he climbs up again
We have fun fishing in your lake
But look for god sake, you pissed in our face
The party you had yesterday, the girl who had tooth decay
Well congratulations, you’re a dad
But hey, at least now he won’t act before he
Thinks, his attitude blows and his hygiene stinks
It looks like he could use a few winks as he
Strokes his p#n#s and thrives up the bend
We’ve had enough of you f#cking us over
We are the garden gnomes
We watch you f#ck inside your home
All the lonely wines and the wanking cries
You’re a lonely son of a b#tch
All the time you take
To finish wanking on your face
You have no life, you have no wife
She left you 10 hours ago!
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
I’m the fat one, look at me clunge
Hasn’t been done since the day it was fun
You could’ve had a try with me hot crossed bun
About 20 years ago I could have given you a blow
But now forget it, you’re shagging me mam!
I used to think you were a nice guy
But now I’ve seen you wank right in front of your eyes
It’s No wonder your alone, I watched you moan as you
Cummed in a tissue and wipe it on your bed
So just take it from a ugly loner
Who screamed every time someone else got a boner
He’s nothing but trouble, a face like rubble
If he had a brain he’d come outside
Yeah, we’ll show him a shambles, as he
Runs with his jeans wrapped round his ankles
Look at him go, oh wait, NO NO, he’s
Fondling strangers and rising to their t#ts
We’ve had enough of you f#cking us over
We are the garden gnomes
We watch you f#ck inside your home
All the lovenly wines and the wanking cries
You’re a lonely son of a b#tch
All the time you take
To finish wanking on your face
You have no life, you have no wife
She left you 10 hours ago!
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
Son of a b#tch
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