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One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen & the walls are drippn' And the ghosts are flittin' frae the cold hard ground A pot & kettle on the hob were settled A' hissin' their patter so bileous cruel An awfy matter o' clout & claterin' Battlin' wits in a hideous duel Lids a rattlin' belchin steam Life aint nothin but a fevered dream 'Youre a lowly villain' 'Youre a terrible liar' 'But were both here cookin on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin belchin steam Life aint nothin but a fevered dream 'Youre a chanty pot' 'And youre a shite for brains' 'But were both here hangin on the same old chains' "Ive roasted a wealth of exotic things All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings Polished copper how I proudly shone Stealin the fire of the blazing sun" "Ye've boilt nae mair'n 'em old soup bones SongtexteIve boilt the tea for them stately homes I were rattled like a drum each Hogmanay Then scrubbed tae the devil on the follwin' day" "O kettle yer metal is a terrible hue Riddled wi' holes cannae hold yer brew Yer lids all crooked & yer sides bashed in It'll no be long afore ye see the bin" "Pot your not so bright as me A hags old cauldron is all you'd be You reek o' gruel & yourenone too young Fit for to carry but the peels & dung" Lids a rattlin' belchin steam Life aint nothin but a fevered dream 'Youre a lowly villain' 'Youre a terrible liar' 'But were both here cookin on the same old fire' Guts a bubblin belchin steam Life aint nothin but a fevered dream 'Youre an old piss bucket' 'Youre a dented can' 'But we're neither as black as that roasting pan' Aus Songtexte Mania