Ching's

She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You're looking so healthy

We all say don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes 'cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say good night
End of a century oh, it's nothing special

Sex on the TV
Everybody's at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to 30
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You're all made up
And you're looking like me

Can you eat her?
Yes you can