His Arm Was Her Leg
I was born in Manchester you see, in Victoria Park, and the first thing I remember is playing in a pothole in the rain and getting my white socks dirty and getting belted when I got home. So this is a little extra song for Manchester, and it's called His Arm Was Her Leg. It's for the good missionaries who are here tonight.
Hello Manchester!
His arm was her leg
We all want her dead
His arm was her leg
A walk on her neck
Lying on my belly
Watching the telly
His arm was her leg
I walk on her neck
O Braço Dela Era a Perna Dele
Eu nasci em Manchester, sabe, no Victoria Park, e a primeira coisa que lembro é de brincar em uma poça na chuva e sujar minhas meias brancas, e levar uma surra quando cheguei em casa. Então, essa é uma musiquinha extra para Manchester, e se chama O Braço Dela Era a Perna Dele. É para os bons missionários que estão aqui esta noite.
Olá, Manchester!
O braço dela era a perna dele
Todos nós queremos que ela morra
O braço dela era a perna dele
Um passeio no pescoço dela
Deitado de barriga pra baixo
Assistindo à TV
O braço dela era a perna dele
Eu ando no pescoço dela