imagine standing alone on the street,
With golfing tees and a talking pie
Somebody tells you, to get of their porch
And throws you into a cold back-alley.
theres rats in the corner, the rain smells of pee,
falling down onto your head
Look for the rasberry talking pie,
And finding more......

Wendy Eating Edam in a Dustbin,
the smell so bad, it draws her in
and suddenly theres lots of talking pies,
they say hi to you as you ride on lawnmowers,
My god shes incredibly high.

sugar paper police appear at your door,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb back in the bin with a grunt and a growl,
And there cheese

Wendy Eating Edam in a Dustbin,
the smell so bad, it draws her in
and suddenly theres lots of talking pies,
they say hi to you as you ride on lawnmowers,
My god shes incredibly high.
Wendy Eating Edam in a Dustbin