Tim Tim Lyrics

Yeah alright here we go...

You know his name is Tim Tim

And all he wants is Quim Quim

Mother thinks he's dim dim

And his father liked to beat him

Ridiculed left back

Beat up for his snack pack

A paint spill, and a dull tool

He dropped right out of high school

Fast forward to the bank job

Done with his mate Bob

Wore masks on their blobs

But no gloves for the door knobs

Now he's got a cellmate

A Bible and a hot plate

If this story makes you irate

Be glad it ain't your fate mate

You know his name is Tim Tim

All he wants is Quim quim

Just as God made him Hallelujah

His mother thinks he's dim dim

His father liked to beat him

Dim Dim Beat him

That's how we treat him

Ridiculed and left back

Beat up for his snack pack

He gots no clean clothes

On his feet are bo bo's

A paint spill, and a dull tool

Dropped right out of high school

Here comes a big slap

To knock off your dunce cap

Fast forward to the bank job

Done with his mate named Bob

Bob Bob shut your gob

No job Bob Bob

Masks they wore on their blobs

But no gloves for the door knobs

Crime cinch Cops Pinch

Good and plenty fingerprints

Now he's got a cellmate

A Bible and a hot plate

Three hots a cot

No window no pot

If this story makes you irate

Be glad it isn't your fate

Amen to that brother Hallelujah

If this story makes you irate

Be glad it isn't your fate.....

I'm gobsmacked

The brains you lack

You don't know jack

You total hack

I'm gobsmacked

The way you slack

You got no tact

A total whack

In short

With a retort

Your Mum's regret

Not to abort

Gobsmacked

That's it really… Who's round is it?