You say you want the blood from me I'll shout and scream and run away And hide inside a kettle drum Panicking I'll suck my thumb I hear your voice inside my head, Telling me I should be dead And so I tell that voice a rhyme That I made up whilst in the Rhine 'Take a rock that’s nice and flat, And place it on a strangled cat. Then sing a song that I have wrote, And all at once you'll have a goat.' But goat's ain’t what you really need You want my blood to grow a seed. I’d like to help you if I could But I would like to keep my blood. If you want blood then try south Spain And if you rush you’ll catch the plane. Just don’t ask me I need it so Otherwise how can I grow And be become tall like Mr Benn And own a silver fountain pen.