there there wake up
mr smarty mr chocolate
cum oh cum oh cum
you’re a fool to whistle
at the flattened bums in Ealing
soap scum in the bath
bubbles in the beer
there’s no way out of this twister
touch me as an animal
we’re makin our way back to the city oh little fish
buckle-up, buck up, dry those ducts
I’m a love boat in yr gravy