Timothy Martin's Conditioning School Songtext
von Rosalie Cunningham

Timothy Martin′s Conditioning School
He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin's Conditioning School
You flip your head, he makes a quip, you loose

The wallpaper′s looking red and famous, a new roll in the back!
Boys and girls are born each day, and someone's son is Jack

Happy birthday to you (18 today!)
Happy birthday to you ([?])
Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you

For every happy Jack there is a jolly Mary Jill
Jack would fall with just one straw is bound to make her ill

Get me off of this island where
A honey glazed pick with a wig of hair
Is making any sense to the people there, oh!


Timothy Martin's Conditioning School
He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin′s Conditioning School
You flip your head, he makes a quip, you loose

Get me off of this island where
A honey glazed pick with a wig of hair
Is making any sense to the people there

Timothy Martin′s Conditioning School
He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin's Conditioning School
You flip your head, he makes a quip, you loose

Timothy Martin′s Conditioning School
He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin's Conditioning School
You flip your head, he makes a quip
You can′t remember what you hit, you loose