Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocketful of – shit!
There’s something oozing from my shin
And the lesion just won’t knit.

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of – crap!
My brain seems to be exploding and
My scalp’s a bloody flap.

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of – fuck!
I think my heart just leapt out my chest
And I’m all out of luck.