Insect Hoofs On Lassie

Real or imaginary

Ice-spitting fire, that comfortable sound

Hands in the air both feet still on the ground

Lassie's on my TV

I get flat on all fours and start kissing the screen

And I sit like a good dog

In the hope that she might give in to me

What's the matter?

Neither good nor bad weather

Makes me all ill-like suffer with pain

But I don't mind, he is me

"Look Lassie! Watch him until he dies of his brain!"

All or nothing

Before he dies of his brain

Breathe in my skin oh it feeling too hard

Start collect the hoofs from my insect graveyard

No longer imaginary

I want it, I need it so bad that I cry

Let's make between we you more

Fantastic than we ever feared of

Hero collie!

Insect hoofs on Lassie instead of his feet

He Lassie, not she!

Because of me all she is blessed

With the mane of a horse and wings of a bee

And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of

she

Customising Lassie

Tail out the window

Press in coloured glass

For more beautiful eyes

Daddy-long-legs lashes how you flirt, get out of here!

Our hero dog, insect hoofs on lassie

Worth of Space Dog worthy of me

After my Lassie customising y' be holding up all your

Tiny insect hoofs and worshipping me

What's the matter?

Insect hoofs on Lassie instead of his feet

He Lassie not she

But I don't mind all she is blessed with the

Mane of a horse and wings of a bee

And carrying a cluster of bee eggies in the centre of

she

He Tim Jackson, not she!