Lyrics

Dead Ringer
It’s a dead ringer so send another finger
Fef bee eye
Make it cry
Stick a needle in its eye
All the crimes
That it try
Only serve to watch it fry
Fore Teef Fif
Out of time
Pants on fire with its lies
It can’t hide
Though It try
Flap it’s wings but it can’t fly
The horse may win, but the race has yet to begin
It’s a dead it’s a dead, going down going down
It’s time is running out, it’s time is running out
It might be fast but we know it’s lame
It might be fast but we know it’s lame
And now the race will never be the same