Timothy Martin's Conditioning School

Timothy Martins’s conditioning school

He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin’s conditioning school

You flip your head, he makes a quid, you lose

The wallpaper’s looking red and veined

There’s a new roll in the back

Boys and girls are born each day

Here’s someone’s son, it’s Jack!

Happy birthday to you (18 today!)

Happy birthday to you (And here to stay!)

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

For every happy Jack, there is a jolly merry Jill

Jug for four with just one straw is bound to make her ill

Get me off of this island where a honey-glazed pig With a wig of hair is making any sense to the people there

Timothy Martins’s conditioning school

He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin’s conditioning school

You flip your head, he makes a quid, you lose

Get me off of this island where a honey-glazed pig With a wig of hair is making any sense to the people there

Timothy Martins’s conditioning school

He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin’s conditioning school

You flip your head, he makes a quid, you lose

Timothy Martins’s conditioning school

He knows how to bring out your inner fool

Timothy Martin’s conditioning school

You flip your lid, he makes a quid

You can’t remember what you hid, you lose