Mr Sandman, bring me a dream,
Make her the cutest thing that I've ever seen,
Make it cheap and easy to please her,
Make sure she's into drinking beer and eating pizza.

Mr Sandman, hear my cries,
Give her smooth and slender firm gripping thighs,
A body every man would long to belong to,
A big fat arse to give me something to hang on to.

Mr Sandman, heed my pleas,
Make her willing to go down on her knees,
Giving head is a pleasure not a chore,
No moans of feeling sick or aching jaw.

Mr Sandman, here's my requisition,
She's got to know every sexual position,
Make her tighter than rush hour tubes,
With a pair of large gravity defying boobs.

M&J
Break it down!

[Human beat-box. Bit of breakdancing (crap, obviously)]

Rhys (rapping)
Give her blonde hair, that flows down her shoulders,
A pair of tits like gigantic boulders,
She never forgets to take the pill,
And she's got hip rhythm like a pneumatic drill.
Make her kinky, she'll try anything,
She loves the danger going out on a wing.
She'll practice anything and any place,
You're sitting in a restaurant and she's sitting on your face.

Melanie (tune of Killing Me Softly)
She was stroking my vein with her fingers (One time time)
Tugging me off there and then (Two time time)
Sucking me softly with her mouth
Licking it lightly, making me cum

[Deteriorates into godawful tuneless whine]

Jason (Modern Major General stylee)
She'll have the social standing of a standard sex starving nympho,
With emphasis on natural tits, gymnastics and felatio,
Voracity, variety, leather, lace, lycra, velcro,
Bandages, egg sandwhiches, hand cuffs, ear muffs and Crufts dog show.
Missionary, sixty-nine, every way to her's just fine,
Upside down or back to front, she'll let me shove it where I want,
Any hole I want to go, I know she'll never tell me no,
Any flue I choose to do, no rue ensues when pushing poo.

Melanie I'll love this girl,
J&R We'll love this girl,
I'll love her dearly,
We'll love her dearly,
I'll love the hole,
We'll, love the hole,
She pisses through,
She pisses through,
From her lilly white tits,
Tiddly-bum, tiddly-bum,
To her big brown [ALL] arsehole,
I'd eat her shite,
Gobble gobble munch munch,
If she asked me to,
Which she's bound to do.

So Mr Sandman, give us what we ask,
Or else you'll find your head up your arse,
It's as simple as that, fairer than fair,
Cos we can become your worst nightmare.

Mr Sandman, we're everything you fear,
So if you don't want your arms stuffed up your rear,
And you testicles scalded with steam,
Mr Sandman, give us our dream.

[Band splits leaving one. Robbie Williams' Angels]
And through it all, we don't need to use protection,
She doesn't carry an infection,
No scabs or weeping sores.
And even watersports, are played with good intention,
Whatever I care to mention,
She'll gladly go the course.
Even some feltching.
My loving angel's legs spread.