Gunt sat with Faith in a trashy room,
Totally shitfaced and dosed up on the xannies,
Gunt flopped around underneath a zoomer,
Totally amused all the passing farmers.
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!



It's in my head!
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!



My sides are dead!
Gunt fingered that eighteen year old taint,
And then he sniffed it which is totally insane,
Small dick so sad it should be banned,
Gunt's career is deader than the fetus of a Rand.
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!

It's in my head!
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!



My sides are dead!
Gunt was limp and lonely and needed a shove,
Gunt smelt some shit and wobbled into love,
Gunt spent his load in between the sheets,
And now copes poorly with seething tweets.
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!



It's in my head!
It's Gunt, It's Gunt, It's Gunt!



My sides are dead!
Is the farms out of Gunt's head?
I'd say no
Is the farms out of Gunt's head?
I'd say no
Is the farms out of Gunt's head?
I'd say no
Is the farms out of Gunt's head?
I'd say no
Is the farms out of Gunt's head?