(Brute!)

See that old flap-top
But he's not sewn up wholly
He got two loose eyeball
He one lowly stroller
I stare right down at his knees
He's got to be a loser with such looks as these.

(Boot!)

His pair twenty-nine
Him got four great big ball
"He got monkey finger"
He loot many more zoo
He say I am new, just we three
I say "I can smell you" so you cannot be me.

Sewn together
Right now
Cross stitch spree

(Brute!)

Him sag construction
He got rusty repute
He got his bones restored
He one winky packer
His feet meet down below his knees
You better beware, 'cause he is one great big cheese.

Sewn together
Right now
Cross stitch spree.

(Suit!)

-instrumental-

Him bowler poster
To get early warning
He tries not to slaughter
But he's out of kilter
I know shun and run and ton is he
Must say he's good-looking 'fore he'll let you flee.

Sewn together
Right now
Cross stitch spree.

(Brute!)

Sewn together
Sewn together