Song parody of
Unman, Wittering and Zigo
by Emperor Penguin
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I left a life in London
For service by the sea
I found a job as a classics teacher
With the boys of the Lower Five B
Persistent perpetrators
Malignant agitators
We lick your frigid fingers
All your frigid life
We give your teddy to the Oxfam shop
Coca-Cola to your waiting wife
Paradise for the blessed
But nothing nice for the emotionally repressed
Modus Vivendi
When do we start to live?
They're not so friendly
And something's got to give
Everywhere that I go
Aggeridge, Blisterine
Unman, Wittering and Zigo
Everyone that I know
Bungabine, Cloistermouth
Unman, Wittering and Zigo
The college bells are ringing, ringing in my ears
The angel voices singing, I can hardly hear
Orris, Root and Lipstrob, follow very near
Ankerton and Borby can make you disappear
The whole world is ending
Brittle bodies peel
We demand the impossible
We insist that the dream is real
We overthrow the bastards
We have become the masters now
I left a life in London
For service by the sea
I found a job as a classics teacher
With the boys of the Lower Five B
Persistent perpetrators
Malignant agitators
We lick your frigid fingers
All your frigid life
We give your teddy to the Oxfam shop
Coca-Cola to your waiting wife
Paradise for the blessed
But nothing nice for the emotionally repressed
Modus Vivendi
When do we start to live?
They're not so friendly
And something's got to give
Everywhere that I go
Aggeridge, Blisterine
Unman, Wittering and Zigo
Everyone that I know
Bungabine, Cloistermouth
Unman, Wittering and Zigo
The college bells are ringing, ringing in my ears
The angel voices singing, I can hardly hear
Orris, Root and Lipstrob, follow very near
Ankerton and Borby can make you disappear
The whole world is ending
Brittle bodies peel
We demand the impossible
We insist that the dream is real
We overthrow the bastards
We have become the masters now
