I wrote for luck   They sent me you   I sent for juice   You give me poison   I order a line   You form a queue   You try something hard   There?s nothing else you can do   Well that much   Ive been trained   I can sit and stand   And beg and rollover   And I don?t read   I just guess   There?s more than one sign   but its getting less   and you were wet   But you?re getting dryer   You used to speak the truth   but now you lair   You used to speak the truth   but now you clever      And wrote for luck   They sent me you   I sent for juice   You give me poison   I order a line   You form a queue   try something hard   There?s nothing else you can do   And you were wet   But you?re getting dryer   You used to speak the truth   but now you clever   You used to speak the truth   but now you clever      and when its hot   you start to melt   cos you?re not made of king   you?re made of chocolate   and when it cold   you turn to crack   you keep on piling out   not pulling back