Any love for a FPH song about our Lord Beetus? - Anyone good at singing falsetto? Lyrics [To Michael Jackson, 'Beat it'] We told you hams don't you come around here You are a disgrace, so we're making it clear The pies are in their eyes, but our saviour is near Lord Beetus, Lord Beetus.. You cannot run, you are a butter filled ham Got gravy in your blood, don't think you understand You want to be loved, but it's to late you ham Lord Beetus, he's the man with the plan Lord Beetus, beetus, beetus, beetus No one wants to be a hambeast Knowin' how funky the smell of your kind He's taking legs, your left or your right Lord Beetus, Beetus! Lord Beetus, Beetus! Lord Beetus, Beetus! Lord Beetus, Beetus! He's out to get you, culling grease is his plan It brings us such joy, when he claims another ham You want to stay alive, but it's too late for that Lord Beetus, it's Lord Beetus So now you owe him, are you prepared? You're playin' with your life, and no-one is spared You're sick from what you eat fool So put down the eclair Lord Beetus, he cometh, we're glad! Lord Beetus, beetus, beetus, beetus No one wants to be a hambeast Knowin' how funky the smell of your kind He's taking legs, your left or your right Lord Beetus, beetus, beetus, beetus No one wants to be a hambeast Knowin' how funky the smell of your kind He's taking legs, your left or your right Lord Beetus, beetus, beetus, beetus No one wants to be a hambeast Knowin' how funky the smell of your kind He's taking legs, your left or your right That's Beetus, yes Beetus Don't eat it, believe it! No one wants to fuck with Beetus You chunky monkey, a sight for sore eyes Fried or in batter, eat that and it's time for.. Lord Beetus, beetus, beetus, beetus No one wants to be a hambeast Showin' your funky fat pig behind No time remains, so fatty goodnight