Lyrics

The car that parked on the pavement narked Pedestrians and children with chalk Their games, their shapes, their capers, their japes Destroyed by a thoughless shitehawk And yea, though I walk in the road to get past I'm not in the least afraid For soon I shall fly to the great by-and-by Away from a world without shade A streaker streaks and a nation shrugs At a saucer-like disc in the sky A stag weekend is a poor weekend If the army is not on standby Pub grub, pub games, pub bands, pub names The pitbull-like strains of kids If Chelsea, Chantelle, and Jordan should yell My fears would relay to my skids The maverick cops with their average plots And boring unorthodox ways The previous life as a pharoah's wife Is mightily irksome these days The Lady in Red hides under the bed From a husband who quotes Chubby Brown It's cold and it's wet, and a knell of regret Is pealing throughout every town Is pealing throughout every town