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He hates my wife
I hate his food
He thinks I'm rude, but nice
I think he's nice, but indiscreet
He thinks I'm sweet
But he treats me kinda funny
I say: Whizzer, Whizzer Brown
I see Whizzer going down
Oh Whizzer, Whizzer Brown
Isn't it delightful playing easy?
Yes, Whizzer, Whizzer Brown, I care
I found your door
We sing out more and more and more and more now
He rubs my neck
I rub his thigh
He asks me why I sweat
I ask him why he bites his nails
And then he takes me in his arms
And then he lights another cigarette
I say: Whizzer, Whizzer Brown
I see Whizzer going down
Oh Whizzer, Whizzer Brown
Isn't it delightful playing easy?
Yes, Whizzer, Whizzer Brown, I care
I found your door
We sing out more and more and more and more now
Go Whizzer!
How about Whizzer?
Breathe deep Whizzer
Up and he's going down
Go Whizzer!
How about Whizzer?
Breathe deep Whizzer
Up and he's going down
He's on his knees
I'm lying flat
Just like a bad idea
He starts to blow
I start to fight
The room is yellow and the bed is white
He's going down;
I think I'll die away
He's going down;
I think I'll die, die, die
I say Whizzer, oh Whizzer
Whizzer Brown
I see Whizzer going down
Bah dah yah yup bah buh dah buh dah buh
Yup bah dah yah dah yah
Yup bah dah yah dah yah
Bah duh dah duh dah dah
Bah dah dah dah
He's going down
He's going down
He's going down
...He's going down
...He's going down
...He's going down
Go Whizzer!
Down!
Down!