I KNIFED NODDY

He’ll never laugh
He’ll never sing
His little bell will never ding
I’ve done a very naughty thing
I knifed Noddy
 
I blew his little car to bits
Big Ears escaped with the shits
but that friggin’ hat got on my tits
So I knifed Noddy
  
I know I’ve been a bad, bad boy
But killing him was such a joy
I’d never hurt a bendy toy
Till I knifed Noddy
     
I’d give anything to bring him back
But I just haven’t got the knack
So I stuffed his body in a sack
When I knifed Noddy
 
My garden is a no go zone
That stupid Spotty dog came home
With a sodding great big Noddy bone
Oh I knifed Noddy
  
Enid Blyton’s not been well
Her royalties just fell and fell
“Zombie Noddy” didn’t sell
Since I knifed Noddy
 
PC Plod took a backhander

Dismembered Noddy with a sander

We hung the rap on Poofy Panda

But I knifed Noddy
 
So little Children when you play
wash the dirt off straight away

it could be Noddy's DNA
As Noddy's got no body

Now Big Ears rogers Roger Rabbit

He soon forgot his Noddy habit

I might pop round one day and stab it

'Cos I quite liked knifing Noddy

He'll never laugh he'll never sing

His little bell will never ding

I've done a very naughty thing

I knifed Noddy

[No wonder Noddy's looking nervous]

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