In my kitchen, there's a drawer at the top
It's got cutlery, knives, forks, spoons, the lot
Second drawer down's got a big knife and an egg-whip
Things that should go in the first drawer,
But they just don't fit
And the third drawer down, from the top,
It's just full of shit

Ha ha! There's ton's of it!

Elastic bands and tally-ho's 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 drawer,
Cause you just ain't got the heart to throw them away
It's the third drawer down, from the top,
And it's full of shit

Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum

Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck
One chop-stick, an ash-tray from Canada
Paid bills and envelopes
Things that you think'll come in handy,
But they just never do
It's the third drawer down, from the top,
And it's full of shit

Bum bum bum bum bum, Oh the third drawer
It's full of shit

And the fourth drawer down
(That's the one below the third)
It's got plastic bags in it