His Arm Was Her Leg
I was born in Manchester you see, in Victoria Park, and the first thing I remember is playing in a pothole in the rain and getting my white socks dirty and getting belted when I got home. So this is a little extra song for Manchester, and it's called His Arm Was Her Leg. It's for the good missionaries who are here tonight.
Hello Manchester!
His arm was her leg
We all want her dead
His arm was her leg
A walk on her neck
Lying on my belly
Watching the telly
His arm was her leg
I walk on her neck
Su brazo era su pierna
Nací en Manchester, ¿ves?, en Victoria Park, y lo primero que recuerdo es jugar en un bache bajo la lluvia y ensuciar mis calcetines blancos y que me pegaran cuando llegaba a casa. Así que esta es una pequeña canción extra para Manchester, y se llama Su brazo era su pierna. Es para los buenos misioneros que están aquí esta noche.
¡Hola Manchester!
Su brazo era su pierna
Todos queremos que ella muera
Su brazo era su pierna
Un paseo en su cuello
Acostado en mi vientre
Viendo la tele
Su brazo era su pierna
Camino en su cuello