Oh Mr Peanut Songtext
von Ian Dury & the Blockheads

Oi, rotten hat
Where′d you get that haircut?
Brent Cross Shopping Centre?
I bet your mother feeds you with a catapult

Oh, Mr. Shagnasty, a bit of give and take
You call me a divvy and I think you're a snake
Oh, Mr. Knitting crutch, come on, for heaven′s sake
Stick your finger up your nose 'cause you give me the ache
Oh, Mr. Peanut, I don't like you at all
Not only are they poisonous but your eyes are much too small
Oh, Mr. Pastrydraws, you haven′t got a clue
So stick your finger up your nose and paint your money blue


I′m sure, Monsieur, of course you must be joking
Oh yeah, mein herr, you must be up the creek
What's more, Signor, the finger that you′re poking
That finger stands to reason, so to speak

Oh, Mr. Horribleness, that's enough of that
You′ll call me a ninny, and you're a stupid twat
Oh, Mr. Horsebreath, why don′t you piss right off?
Stick your finger up your nose, you toff

I'm sure, Monsieur, I know that you're a jubbly
Oh yeah, mien herr, for certain that you′re cracked
What′s more, Signor, you look a little bit wobbly
And we suggest you put your finger back

For all your life's offences, you ain′t nothing but a creep
Your mouth is full of sugar, your guts are fast asleep
So stick your finger up your nose and leave it there for keeps
I hate you, Mr Peanut, you really make me weep