He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows.
Charles was a simple young doctor,
Six cups of tea and a pack a day.
His friends would say he was one lonely creative medicator.
He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows.
He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows.
And he knows that if he doesn t do the things his body asks him too,
He ll waste away, he s paralysed, his bones will split and multiply.
Callow Rosanna on her weekend back, at work by nine, kind of mauther.
Good little girl always started the day with a nice big juicy breakfast. Oh no.
She was on the wrong side of obesity, but she loves her juicy yummy gravy.
She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows.
She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows.
And she knows that if she doesn t do the things her body asks her too,
She ll waste away, she s paralysed, her bones will split and multiply.
She knows that if she doesn t do the things her body asks her too,
She ll waste away, she s paralysed, her bones will split and multiply.
She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows.
She knows, she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows.
And she knows that if she doesn t do the things her body asks her too,
She ll waste away, she s paralysed, her bones will split and multiply.
She knows that if she doesn t do the things her body asks her too,
She ll waste away, she s paralysed, her bones will split and multiply.
And she knows that if she doesn t do the things her body asks her too,
She ll waste away, she s paralysed. Her bones will split and multiply