I remember it well, it was my favourite spot..
I've squeezed pimples by the hundred
Ruptured pustules by the score;
I've milked my face until it bled
And still I crave for more.
My nose-crease yields spaghetti
I've blackheads round my ears -
I've cultivated some of them
For nigh on twenty years.
Take pity on unblemished folk
Who'll never know the bliss
Of splattering a mirror
With pus the hue of piss
Rejoice in your eruptions!
They've done alright by me
For squeezing them can be more fun
Than watching your TV.
I've squeezed pimples by the hundred
Ruptured pustules by the score;
I've milked my face until it bled
And still I crave for more.
My nose-crease yields spaghetti
I've blackheads round my ears -
I've cultivated some of them
For nigh on twenty years.
Take pity on unblemished folk
Who'll never know the bliss
Of splattering a mirror
With pus the hue of piss
Rejoice in your eruptions!
They've done alright by me
For squeezing them can be more fun
Than watching your TV.
