Mothballs

Mothballs

I should’ve put mothballs in my drawers
I should’ve put mothballs in my drawers
The moths have had the gall to maul through my smalls

I should’ve rolled bayleaves into balls
Stay away fleas from my jumpers an’ all
I’ll warn you all to keep your paws off my drawers

I should’ve put mothballs in my drawers
Should’ve put mothballs down the back of my smalls
I should’ve done a lot of things that I didn’t do

Oo!
I didn’t like the smell where mothballs dwell
I thought it was a lost cause putting mothballs there but
The moths have left my frocks for cloths to mop floors
(oh yeah, yeah)

Mothballs in her drawers

RAP
She had a hunch that these critters had their lunch
When she saw these shitters crunch, hang-out of her wardrobe missus!
A meal of her chenille, a fiesta with her vesta
They’d chewed through all her see-through, eaten until they were blue
They made some crotchless knickers, fingerless gloves
Done bullies with her woollies and
Oh heck – and once her polo neck
Now a rotten cotton spec of a wreck
And her sox have got the pox
Thank god they didn’t molyester the polyester

“She used to be a material girl!”

I should’ve put mothballs in my drawers
I should’ve put mothballs in my drawers
The moths have had the gall to maul through my smalls

Cos I didn’t like the smell where mothballs dwell
I thought it was a lost cause putting mothballs there
The moths have left my frocks for cloths to mop floors