I am the girl with no lipsnBut I can keep a hula going around my hipsnYou see I am the girl with no hips nBut I can keep a piece of cotton in my mouth til it ripsnnWe work in the same place looking after slow kidsnAnd we never ever take it too farnnSlow kidsnnWell she might have appalling tastenAnd sometimes her shoes aren't even lacednYou see me I stay at home, building with my bricksnYou see that's how us slow kids get our kicksnnSlow kids