Nose

Lived off the smell of an oily rag for most of my life

I've lived the highest highs, I've seen the toughest strife

One of these days I'll shuffle off, cos that's the way it goes

But I refuse to die from pickin' my nose

I put my finger in my schnoz and I twisted it around

I get that booger under my nail and then I pull it out

A river of blood came pourin' out and splashin on my toes

There's no way I'll die from pickin' my nose

Excavate, excavate, get that booger out!

Olfactory decongestion is what we're on about