Left Lyrics in the Practice Room Lyrics

(intro E A B, E A B E x2)
"Demon fiend, leave your tomb, seek out the Virgin womb"
Hey Chris from Future Doom, you left your lyrics in the practice room.
"Cackling hag astride the broom - what dread upon the spume?"
Hey Chris I understand your gloom
But come on, rock up - you're from Ilfracombe.
Did you leave them there so that when the band who practice 8 'til 10
May read them and perhaps then say "we gotta meet this cat today!"
(n.c.)
Whoh-oh Black Sabbath, bam-ba-lam
Whoh-oh Black Sabbath, bam-ba-lam.
You drink too much Oranjeboom; your jaw juts out like Mart Poom
Dr. Desperate I presume? You left these in the waiting room
How much more can I exhume, how much more can you consume?
(n.c.) E A B
Oh let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me tonight.