1. THIRD DEGREE GURNS

One little, two little, three little ketamins
Four little, five little, six little magic beans
Seven little, eight little, nine little lines of beak
Ending the night with a joint

Sat at home, pendulous jaw
Where should I sit? On the couch or the floor
Spark up a biff trying to stop the spin
Let me sleep, my head's like a bin

Passed the fuck out, spliff full of haze
While around you the place is a blaze

It was all fun throwing shapes all night
Now my face is burned to fuck and gave me nan a fright

Passed the fuck out, spliff full of haze
While around you the place is a blaze

Now I can't cover up the burns, I've got third degree gurns