Barley's SCABS
There's vampire bats and sewer rats, there's pubic lice and crabs, But the lowest form of life on Earth is the slimy Barley scab.
There's vampire bats and sewer rats, there's pubic lice and crabs,
But the lowest form of life on Earth is the slimy Barley scab.
An hour before the sun comes up, he crawls out of his pit,
You wouldn't get too close to him for the smell of slime and other little bits,
Beneath the cloak of darkness he sets off, all clad in black,
To serve his wretched masters goes the slimy Barely scab.
And when his treachery is done, on his knees he crawls back home,
His kids don't want to know him, so he eats his tea alone,
They haven't been to school for days, they're ashamed that he's their dad,
"Tell me, what's your father do?". "He's a slimy Barley scab."