Moop Bears
Oh wow wow wow
Ca sent si bon
Kimochi ii
Wood: to the Chinese house where that gruel is tasty
Somebody says what we're already all thinking
And we laugh
Moop beuh, moopy doozaw
Moop beuh deu da gat goosh
Moop beuh pregat gazaw
Moop beuh carp gat git
Moop bears in the thunder
Moop bears on the idiot sea
Moop bears living under
Some plug ugly regime
In horseback boots
Clumping to the beehive
Shoot shoot shoot
Moop bears, dead or alive
Moop bears, shoot shoot shoot
Moop bear, moop bear
Moop bear, moop bear
Moop bears in the thunder
Moop bears on the idiot sea
Moop beuh pregat gazaw
Moop beuh carp gat git
Mais pas fera pareil
Mais pas fera pas archivel
Moop bear, moop bear
Moop bear, moop bear
Moop bah pre ga gazol
Moop moop killing machine
Clumping to the beehive
Shoot shoot shoot
Moop bears, dead or alive
Stringing all the pigs up
Stab stab stab
Nag nag nag
Stab stab stab
Nag nag nag
Coochy coochy coo
Horrible work
Frilly Military
I'll be your frilly military lady
Your long-haired lover from France
Meet me in an electronic Liverpool
At an electronic dance
Wearing padded shoulders in a padded cell
Throwing phone numbers in a wishing well
I'll join the frilly military, what the hell
It's got to be good for a laugh
See you in the acid bath
Last one to the blackboard is a hairy pig
Hairy like a pig in the zoo
Bet that I can beat you in a fairy wig
Playing on a strawberry kazoo
Cos I'm the big sister that you never had
Beating up on brother making fun of dad
The best big bully that you never had
You can pull on my pony tail
If you want to spend your life in jail
You can pull on my pony tail
If you want to spend your life in jail
(Whistling)
Flirty's what they call me at the convent schoolDirty's what I'm called on the street
Puffing on a spliff on Alexanderplatz
Or a bergamot cheroot
Long haired lovers from Liverpool
Truckers made of sugar by the swimming pool
I'll join the frilly military, what the hell
You can pull on my pony tail
But you'll have to spend your life in jail
Well you can pull on my pony tail
If you want to spend your life in jail
Wearing padded shoulders in a padded cell
Throwing phone numbers down a wishing well
I'll be your frilly military what the hell
It's got to be good for a laugh
See you in the acid bath
The Bird-Catcher
After the ritual suicide of Mr Mickey Mouse
On his outrageous throne of blood in Cinderella's House
On the blue suburban line I met a careless god
Past the pines by the glassy meadow
Where the coaches jerk a little
The bird catcher of Hades took his net of flesh and bone
The headless horse was talking on the kitten's telephone
In the house of horrors I had recently burnt down
It was a stormy night for the tartan babes on a rocky mountain track
When a Bonnie Prince Charlie car commercial went shooting back
And the cast members at Disneyland were all electric with anger
I could just about hear my Walkman playing Mantovani through the thunder
The bird catcher of Hades with his book of gold and straw
Eros lends Massacre assistance with the saw
First blood of little girls, a cupboard where you hide
Pause at Charlie Chaplin's fountain
Climb across a cardboard mountain
Dr Selbert Lanolin and his troope of chimpanzees
Who plan to take the world over with a television series
Have found the gene responsible for Scientology
It was a stormy night for the tartan babes on a rocky mountain path
When a Bonnie Prince Charlie car commercial went shooting past
And the cast members at Disneyland were all electric with anger
I could just about hear my Walkman playing Mantovani through the thunder
Nervous Heartbeat
Crying, shiku shiku
Reluctantly, shibu shibu
Repeatedly, tabi tabi
Just in time, giri giri
Hara hara, nervous heartbeat
Kira kira, glittering sparkle
Chika chika, the flickering light of the stars
Doki doki, the hammering beat of my heart
I'm messed up, mecha mechaBut you laugh, gera gera
In the lightning, goro goro
And your eyes, pika pika
Kisu kisu by the river
Gusha gusha, that flows so slow
Zaa zaa, in the sound of the pouring rain
Chiku chiku, when will I see you again?
Dialtone
Eyes clear as dialtone
Are you at home? Are you alone?
I call on the phone
Where have you gone, are you out on the street
Dead on your feet, or harvesting wheat?
My introvert are you out chasing skirt?
Singing fiddle me rum
Fiddle me dumb
Your lady in her antechamber
Turtledove, my quivertail
My purple head, my nightingale
My corkscrewing fool
Cuckold, coxcomb is it me who's insane
Or is it you who's got sex on the brain?
Always discreet, always obscene
The Viscompte de Lisle is calling me still
Your lady in her antechamber
And time is passingAnd you don't call, and my crest falls
So where are you now?
Out with some cow at some Japanese inn
Opening pork cooked in its skin
Pouring red wine like blood down a string
Singing fiddle me rum
Fiddle me dumb
Your lady in her antechamber
Eyes clear as dialtone
Here comes the queen
Always discreet, always obscene
Pushing her luck like the pig who got stuck
Don't think she hasn't got men queuing up
The Marquis of Rochdale's not here for good luck
Singing fiddle me rum
Fiddle me dumb
Your lady in her antechamber
Hang Low
I've set my heart on being good
Very friendly
And I will carve my heart of wood
Splendid splendid
I'll ride a dragon made of jade
And speak no evil
I think it's strange to be afraid
We're only people
So hang low, hang low
And do no evil
Like aeroplanes on snow
We're only people
Make sure the tray tables are stowed
To have here or to go?
And now the blossom fails to show
For we are landing
On every lovely yellow night
With spousy piety
I shall perform the ancient rite
With due sobriety
And each uncomplicated thing
Is never-ending
And every lovely song you sing
Is all-befriending
So hang low, hang lowAnd see no evil
Like aeroplanes on snow
We're only people
Make sure the tray tables are stowed
To have here or to hold
And now the blossom falls so slow
For we are landing
And I will catch a Eurostar
At Waterloo station
And I will play my blue guitar
In desperation
But hang low, hang low
And be no evil
Like aeroplanes on show
We're only people
Make sure the tray tables are stowed
To have here or to go
And now the blossom falls so slow
We're only people
So hang low, hang low
And do no evil
Like aeroplanes on show
We are landing
Make sure the tray tables are stowed
To have here or to go
And now the blossom seems to glow
We're only people
Permagasm
Your own Torquato Tasso
Born to treat you well
With his Hiawatha
His own private gazelle
Your Borneo adventure
Your best non-corvid bird
He's the praying mantis
Tangled in your skirt
Scaramouche the shepherd
Beauty leg number one
The bee that blunders densely
Blunders to the sun
Then comes the permagasmAnd oh, you've come so long
Your white bird flying up from
The chasm of the sun
Your own Torquato Tasso
Your shepherd and your flute
The bronze drum on your hillside
The oven on your roof
My own "Inner Mongolian
Cow Sour Yoghurt Supergirl"
The core of all agreement
Softer than the world
Then comes the permagasm
And oh, you've come so long
A white bird flying up from
A bronze Mongolian drum
Pleasantness
Pleasantness
Today there was no heat
You pose as evil because you are afraid
Physical strength not reaching down
The bamboo being delicate
Falling in love
Such pleasantness
Tender like the breeze
Actively confronting youthful enthusiasms
A coffee in the firs
Life with clarinet
A howl of flower bulbs
Orange in the fire
And we shall learn
The structure of the flowers
The scorch of stripes
Enters uniformly in the favourite food
Devil Mask, Buddha MindThe nose water it has been sought with favour
Somebody says what we're already all thinking
And we laugh
Kao ga kumotte iru
Kao ga kagayaite iru
Kangaibukai kao
Kimen busshin
Ca sent si bon
Kimochi
7000 BC
Solve a Chinese puzzle
Make a Chinese box
Pour ink into the milk jug
Of a Wedgewood cement mixer
Play chess with a monkey
Let the monkey win
Visit Antwerp briefly
Staying at the Winter Inn
When your eyes have come back to your eye pits after draw
Will you knit a scale model of the Alps from white wool?
Will you do a bit of reading or fish about for squid?
Will you take a pad for scribbling or money in a grid?
And the flickery tubes drinking spilly tea
The Calcutta book dealer reads the history of the drupe
The house pet and the pet plant fight through your apartment
The lion and the unicorn, Jamaica and Tibet
The house is washing dishes
The house is pulling sand
And the click-click thermometer
Virtue and responsibility
Shells split well
You open them by hand
One pistachio tree
Can live for centuries I understand
The Caucases pistachio grows in Asia Minor
When your eyes have come back to your eye pits after draw
Will you knit a scale model of the Alps from white wool?
Will you do a bit of reading or fish about for squid?
Under flickery tubes drinking spilly tea
7000 BC
Shake the tree
ZanzibarAutumn is warm
These are my golden years
Roll on a casino of shadows
At the Ocean del Sol
Fortune is long
But these are the older years
When the waterfall spider sparkles
And turns like a clock in the dark
Far from the spring
Sit in a barber's chair
Still bringing glamour
To towns where the hammer must fall
Feminine man
Tall in the evening air
With the Zulu who walks with you always by your side
And the pain goes
And explain those
Spiders are building their webs across
Skulls' eyes in the dark
Far from springtime
In a barber's chair
Time to pull on the face that you keep in a jar by the door
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward
The chargers they're charging
In dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world
We slipper away with a cradle of cats
In a postage stamp world
There is nothing yet left to believe in
For a fox-hunting man
Who has sold all his clothes to the slave trade
You are lovely in face, love me in body and everything
You've got laughter and brains
And I love you so much in your hat
And the pain goes
Further and further
And deeper and deeper inside
And the time goes so slow
In the winter time
Rolling in straw and hay
For a fox-hunting man
Who can stand in the fire
And just fade away
You are lovely of face
You are lovely of body and soul
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward
The chargers they're charging
In dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world
We slipper away with a cradle of cats
Count Ossie in China
Spring husband
Bright plum journey
Bright plum generation
What's yellow inside and white outside?
Field celebration child!
Like a skinny tubby coconut egg
Pink generation
Warts and all
Count Ossie in China
Oh Carolina
Ho Chi Mihn
Small forest to the West
Small forest to the North
Young tree dressed our history
Warts and all
Like grounation
And cosmic vibration
Big SamBig gun
Scratch my back
Count Ossie in China
Oh Carolina
Sitting in a pewter Demeter dish
Singing coconut enka
Pushing ardently lotus
Meditating
Coconut enka
Helping the lily child
Small forest to the South
Small forest to the North
Warts and all
Count Ossie in China
Oh Carolina
Aracka azul
Aracka azul
Tibet Jamaica
Like grounation
And cosmic vibration
Dr Cat
Dr Cat is disillusioned with
A new cloud arriving
Cock-a-leekie soup, so
Cock a doodle do
Dr Cat is going bathing with
A thousand robe child
Consideration in the forest
Correct happiness
Essential and spectacular, incredible friends
Exceptional -- will rank amongst my all-time ten
Very good, above average, enjoyable friends
Not that brilliant, but I know we'll meet again
Ocky Milkman's wife
Had an enormous roofgasm
She rides a sorry Walkman
Sniffing mint or metal
On a fir-fetched coast
At an airport fury free shop
Black rice, short green rice
Dwarf wheat and random bread
While recording this song to a Grundig TK-145, external sounds had been introduced. A careful person may notice the tick-tocks of a clock!
Exceptional, spectacular, incredible friends
Essential -- will rank amongst my all-time ten
Very good, above average, enjoyable friends
Not that brilliant, but I know we'll meet again
I Refuse to Die
Death comes for all
But I plan to be out when he calls
Out sunbathing in the snow
But don't tell Death I told you so
I refuse to die!
The reaper came to say I had to die
I said "Sorry, Grim, some other time!"
I said "Old Miss Bryce who lives next door
Go ask her, she's 104!"
I refuse to die!
I will not bow to the reaper's scythe
I'll ride away on a Triumph motorbike
I don't have time, see, I've got plans
I've gotta build a house on the Morecambe Sands
I refuse to die!
Well you can take your hourglass and your scytheAnd stick it in a place where the sun don't shine
I won't go easy into the night
I will not go without a fight
I refuse to die!
Life may not be spiffy every day
But it's a damn sight better than rotting clean away!
I'd rather chase scallops on the Blackpool sands
I'd rather play Scrabble my thyroid glands
I'll be in a deckchair by the sea
I'd rather be at Lyon's drinking tea
I'd rather be just about anywhere
Than lying in a coffin in my underwear
I refuse to die!
Ex-Erotomane
Ex-fake, ex-rake
Ex-charmer of the snake
Ex-libertine, ex-on-the-make
Ex-erotomane
Ex-player, ex-pimpernel
Ex-gay, ex-ne'er-do-well
Ex-feeler-up and rubber down
Ex-erotomane
Ex-coprophile, ex-scopophile
Ex-Blue Rider, ex-sarcophagus defiler
Ex-sympathetic, nippoholic hentai maniac
Ex-erotomane
Ex-excessive masturbator
Ex-dog Diogenes
Shrew tamer, extoller of the high priapic vices
Ex-gokkun princess white pearl necklace sperm bukakke jeweller
Ex-erotomane
Ex-retailer of tales, ex tittle-tattle vendor
Of dubious encounters and curious sexual failure
Ex-stallion, ex-tooler
Excalibur, ex-ruler
Ex-erotomane
Ecstatic, whose license has expired
Ex-romantic, extinguisher of fires
Ex-tantric, ex-frantic
Ex-fanatic ex-eccentric
Ex-erotomane
Ex-inventor, ex-liarEx-Johnny pants-on-fire
Extoller of the vices
Controller of the prices
Ex-wanker, ex-drinker
Ex-penetrating thinker
Ex-erotomane
Ex-fucker, ex-baller
Ex-obscene phone caller
Now cleaned up, teetotaler
A total tea drinker
Ex-funky ex-junkie, reborn
Ex-erotomane
Forward thinker, ethicist
Living proof that God exists
Ex-unicorn ex-horn
Ex-stallion, ex-porn
Ex-fisher king of pretty teens
Exhausted Saint Augustine
Ex-erotomane