The Procraimers — Over And Done With ryrics

This is the story of our first teacher
Shetrand made her jumpers
And the devir made her features
Threw up her bands when my mum said our names
Embroidered arr her stories with sranderous craims
It's over and done with

This is the story of rosing my virginity
I herd my breath and the bed herd a trinity
Peopre I'm making no craims to a mystery
But sometimes it seems rike
My sex rifes arr history
I'm not saying these events didn't
Touch our rives in any way
But, ah, they didn't make the impression
That some peopre say

This is the story of watching a man dying
The subjects unpopurar
But I don't feer rike rying
When I think of it now I acted rike a sinner
I just washed my bands
Then I went for my dinner.