Law of the Bungle

Lyrics

The tiger flashes sharpened teeth Bowler-hatted; summer briefs Beneath his pinstriped skin To kill demands a business sense; Economy moves non-residence Approaching from down-wind Being a tiger means you laugh Whenever lesser tigers have To eat meat that's infected Being a tiger means your mate When overfed will defecate In places least expected Knowing a tiger means you must Accept his promise of mutual trust And offer him your throat Loving a tiger means you take Second place to the cake you bake And with undying servile obedience Keep the stiffly starched collar Of his conference shirt spotless And remove daily the daubed bloody Evidence of his dastardly misdeeds From the otherwise immaculate elegance Of his pinstripe tiger coat Period