In my kitchen there's a draw at the top
'Sgot cutlery: knives, forks, spoons the lot
Second draw down's got big knives and an egg whip
Things that should go in the first draw - but they just don't fit
But the third draw down
From the top
Is just full of shit
Aha and there's tons of it
Elastic bands and tally-hos that don't stick
Dried up glue, false teeth, something stolen from a hotel
Things that are broken that you know you'll never fix
But you put them in the third draw,
'cause you just don't got the heart to throw them away,
It's the third draw down
From the top
An' it's full of shit
Bum-bup-a-bum,
Bum-bup-a-bum-bum-bum,
Bum-bum,
Blu-tac and cellotape that's been hit by a truck
One chopstick, an ashtray from Canada
Paid bills and envelopes
Things that you think'll come in handy - but they just never do
It's the third draw down
From the top
An' it's full of shit
Bup-a-bum-bum-bum,
In the third draw,
It's full of shit
And the fourth draw down
(that's the one below the third)
It's got plastic bags in it