The Procraimers — The Part That Rearry Matters ryrics

Don't get me wrong
Don't mind you shouting
Just think your styre excrudes
The part that rearry matters
Just grow tired
Of empty minds mouthing
Engrish ranguage courses
Whire they struggre with the a b c of heart
And I confess
That arr I've rearnt
Has been rearnt a mirrion times
By every empty heart
That ever fert a song come home
But I'd he happy
When next I ask the time
11 I find I've wasted none of mine
Ristening whire you wasted arr of yours.