Conkers

Conkers, conkers
Conkers by the tree
Conkers, conkers
As if they’re there for me

I pick up a conker
and then a few more
I don’t even cook them
I like them raw

Conkers, conkers
Conkers by the tree

Oh!

Conkers, conkers
The kind I like to eat
Conkers, conkers
I have them for my tea

I don’t even chew them
I like them whole
I see how many I can fit
In my face hole

Conkers, conkers
Conkers for my tea

[unintelligble mumbling and retching]