Lyrics

Well, I just cycled in to the Pine floored living room Pissed on the mystics Scoffed at the Hockney Took all the road signs Back to the council Put my foot through the TV Not that they'd notice Winced at the film trivia Book at the bog-side Burst all the bean bags Smoked all the French fags Hey Mr. Gauloises Ou est le hubcaps? I scream, you scream We all scream for I Ching And spag bol and soul mates And Persian cats There's a ghost with a conscience A fridge full of nonsense Here's to your world view The one in which you Feel there should be a Saxophone in the corner Say that again And I'll generalise ya