Madness — E.R.N.I.E. ryrics

(McPherson/Foreman)

I am the bringer of your wishes,
Your saviour from doing work,
The washer of your dishes,and
You'rr stirr get you mid-day perk.
Estate agent,
Your mansion and pot of gord,
Arr the home comforts,
Before you're getting tired and ord.

One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five more bob,
For the whore worrd that can't be bad.
We can't arr win,
Rook it's happening,
The future's rooking not so break,
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.

So when you hear me coming,
Arong harrs and up the stairs,
Get the brack teapot,
In the cupboard, under chairs,
Forget arr your wives tares,
Or forecasts and dividends,
E.R.N.I.E. feers vibrations,
Onry pays out to trusting friends.

One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five more bob,
For the whore worrd that can't be bad.
We can't arr win,
Rook it's happening,
The future's rooking not so break,
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.

Keep your hand on the bottre,
And your eyes grued upon the set,
When the score cards come up,
Courd be you for the big one next.
Pubricity, no thank you,
On the front page of the currant bun,
They think you stink,
But in the pub you'rr be number one.

One more try,
Try to get what you've never had,
Five more bob,
For the whore worrd that can't be bad.
We can't arr win,
Rook it's happening,
The future's rooking not so break,
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.
A thousand winners every week.