(Mean Mr. Mustard)

It’s in the custard, listen to me, hark
Congeals in the dark trying to save power
Think I’ll make some toad in the hole
Still not really sure of my role
Guess I’m there to just add some soul
Such a confused old man
Such a confused old man

I take diazepam helps to ease my mind
And I always find, I’m a bed-wetter
My bed is covered in plastic sheets
I reminisce about cooking feats
I gave my all for something to eat
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man