They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. With trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket
weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!
Oh...
Queen again
Fat Bottomed Girls they make the rockin world go round
Apart from the fact the the world does'nt rock, it sort of spins, I think you'll find it the gravitational pull of the sun that makes the world go round, not some bunch of lard arsed birds.