I'm not a man, I am Amanda Thrippy
It's Trunchbull, not Chunchbull
I knew what
I'm confused
Confused
Wait, I'm confused
You think I'm a McFarland
Dumb type fight, what nonsense are you spouting
I think I'm about to have a stroke
I can't grasp all this foolishness
Who is touring
I don't understand your nonsense statement
Midnight
That's not a problem for me
What's under there
Yanks off the covers
A lot of what? What is it
A lot of nervous laughter from a few very nervous mice
What is it that you're so nervous about, little mice
Hmm
So who exactly, D.I.D. you think was hiding under my bed
Hmm
And pray, why pray, may I ask
Would Marge Simpson and Lara Croft be under my bed
What
So your superior mouse senses allowed you to see under my bed
Hmm
Hmm
You what
Speak up, you wretched girl
You panicked, you got so scared you forgot your own name
A fifth
As in, a fifth of our call
You'll see me next time
What are you talking about
Explain yourself, girl
Stop saying that
No one is going to hurt you
Why is everyone so scared
Well, you shall get not a whisper of a snog from me, you little hussy
I will not be seduced
You really are just so forward
My word, how incredibly forward
Who's talking about hurting anyone
All I want to know is who you lot are
And why are you here
Scissoring in my bed
Secretly enjoying the moment
Still faking shock
Gasps in an exaggerated fashion
Looks away in faux disgust
Nods in fauxs amusemont
What is it, Beyoncé
Don't you start on me, Beyoncé
What did you just say to me, Beyoncé
That's quite enough, Beyoncé
You'll forgive me if I don't seem too shocked by your sudden appearance
See me
Why would you want to see me
You're all so very strange
You realise that
I'm tired of you all
You know that
You're doing my head in
How am I not making any sense
You're the ones being insane
I think you did
I think you called me insane
No, I am not
I am repulsed
Baby, will you please stop
Shitting in my face
Good God, baby
How far up in there did you shove a whole chicken
Yes
Worse than cunts
Yes
Worse than cunts
Hydro Bonce - Trunchbull Opera Lyrics
Hydro Bonce - Trunchbull Opera Lyrics
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I'm not a man, I am Amanda Thrippy
It's Trunchbull, not Chunchbull
I knew what
I'm confused
Confused
Wait, I'm confused
You think I'm a McFarland
Dumb type fight, what nonsense are you spouting
I think I'm about to have a stroke
I can't grasp all this foolishness
Who is touring
I don't understand your nonsense statement
Midnight
That's not a problem for me
What's under there
Yanks off the covers
A lot of what? What is it
A lot of nervous laughter from a few very nervous mice
What is it that you're so nervous about, little mice
Hmm
So who exactly, D.I.D. you think was hiding under my bed
Hmm
And pray, why pray, may I ask
Would Marge Simpson and Lara Croft be under my bed
What
So your superior mouse senses allowed you to see under my bed
Hmm
Hmm
You what
Speak up, you wretched girl
You panicked, you got so scared you forgot your own name
A fifth
As in, a fifth of our call
You'll see me next time
What are you talking about
Explain yourself, girl
Stop saying that
No one is going to hurt you
Why is everyone so scared
Well, you shall get not a whisper of a snog from me, you little hussy
I will not be seduced
You really are just so forward
My word, how incredibly forward
Who's talking about hurting anyone
All I want to know is who you lot are
And why are you here
Scissoring in my bed
Secretly enjoying the moment
Still faking shock
Gasps in an exaggerated fashion
Looks away in faux disgust
Nods in fauxs amusemont
What is it, Beyoncé
Don't you start on me, Beyoncé
What did you just say to me, Beyoncé
That's quite enough, Beyoncé
You'll forgive me if I don't seem too shocked by your sudden appearance
See me
Why would you want to see me
You're all so very strange
You realise that
I'm tired of you all
You know that
You're doing my head in
How am I not making any sense
You're the ones being insane
I think you did
I think you called me insane
No, I am not
I am repulsed
Baby, will you please stop
Shitting in my face
Good God, baby
How far up in there did you shove a whole chicken
Yes
Worse than cunts
Yes
Worse than cunts
It's Trunchbull, not Chunchbull
I knew what
I'm confused
Confused
Wait, I'm confused
You think I'm a McFarland
Dumb type fight, what nonsense are you spouting
I think I'm about to have a stroke
I can't grasp all this foolishness
Who is touring
I don't understand your nonsense statement
Midnight
That's not a problem for me
What's under there
Yanks off the covers
A lot of what? What is it
A lot of nervous laughter from a few very nervous mice
What is it that you're so nervous about, little mice
Hmm
So who exactly, D.I.D. you think was hiding under my bed
Hmm
And pray, why pray, may I ask
Would Marge Simpson and Lara Croft be under my bed
What
So your superior mouse senses allowed you to see under my bed
Hmm
Hmm
You what
Speak up, you wretched girl
You panicked, you got so scared you forgot your own name
A fifth
As in, a fifth of our call
You'll see me next time
What are you talking about
Explain yourself, girl
Stop saying that
No one is going to hurt you
Why is everyone so scared
Well, you shall get not a whisper of a snog from me, you little hussy
I will not be seduced
You really are just so forward
My word, how incredibly forward
Who's talking about hurting anyone
All I want to know is who you lot are
And why are you here
Scissoring in my bed
Secretly enjoying the moment
Still faking shock
Gasps in an exaggerated fashion
Looks away in faux disgust
Nods in fauxs amusemont
What is it, Beyoncé
Don't you start on me, Beyoncé
What did you just say to me, Beyoncé
That's quite enough, Beyoncé
You'll forgive me if I don't seem too shocked by your sudden appearance
See me
Why would you want to see me
You're all so very strange
You realise that
I'm tired of you all
You know that
You're doing my head in
How am I not making any sense
You're the ones being insane
I think you did
I think you called me insane
No, I am not
I am repulsed
Baby, will you please stop
Shitting in my face
Good God, baby
How far up in there did you shove a whole chicken
Yes
Worse than cunts
Yes
Worse than cunts
Writer: Niall Spry, Mary Nesbitt-Larking
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Hydro Bonce
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Niall Spry, Mary Nesbitt-Larking