Dug a hole in the ground
To stash her little things
Too much she didn't want anymore
The overflow, the rubbish
Tons of plastic bottles
Sweets that give you the runs
Shoes that hurt your feet
Rotten eggs for cosmetics
Dozens of oil-soaked birds
Dozens of oil-soaked birds
She was happy and so proud
Of her hole in the ground
Here comes a damn mosquito
Saying, “Hey there, I’m gonna sting you”
Since she was scared stiff
Of that bloodthirsty monster
The ostrich screamed, “Run for your lives”
Diving head first
Into the cosmetic candies
The contaminated shoes
The plastic mushrooms
The eggs that hurt your feet
The eggs that hurt your feet
A chickpea in her noggin
Looks sad, looks ugly
Buried up to her knees
Come on, a bit of common sense
Your filthy junk to Africa
Like the “civilized” do
Come on, a bit of common sense
Your filthy junk to Africa
Like the “civilized” do