Lyrics

I fix my fish I fool my frog I fray my feet, I drag my dog I drag my dug against the wall I slam my dew and drop my grub I baffle adders in the pub My girl is right In greasy silk A split tomato in her mind A crumpled heart Sagged to the sea Tomato heart escaping gas I think my girl has rubber skin Of all the people that I know The ones I like I love the best The fishes in my sewer pipes The highway men in yellow stripes It might not now, but it could be later Wading through your ventilator, blaghhh I tang my fag I taint my cyst I puddle-jump And I might roll I twist my fang I tug my foot I mumble houses in my swap I hear my-my marshmallow droop My head is ripe and that's a first With ivy's strung around my car Picture the flies on melon halves You wind up living somewhere cheap And die upon a compost heap Of all the people I don't know The ones I do I hate the most The twisted father of mankind Enough to drive a poor boy blind It might not now, but will be later Wading through your ventilator, blaghhh I waded in and that's a fact The meat was cut The meat was packed You shredded me with icy strings As boiled salami, I was led Into a holy stacking shed My life like antiseptic stings, whoo Whoo, I tie my scarf into the leaves Eventually your skull occludes, your melon splits And like an egg it dribbles down your inside leg Don't get me wrong, I'm quite OK I screw my cat I sprung my cake I throw transistors in my lake I throw her head far through the door I wonder what I do that for? I wonder what I did that for? There's no shopping in here But your own sweet mind If the shop bothers you, you can turn it off With your antelope cheek and your raven's eye A solo heart in a crocodile hide ("And I'd like to introduce the audience to the band… On drums, the band Morris Windsor On bass guitar, the band Andy Metcalfe On lead guitar, Kimberly "Sinew" Rew And yours truly, Robyn Hitchcock on the rest of it!") And a salmon head wedged on a moose's neck A breathing fungus on a hemorrhaged lawn Invented me one summer's morn I've lost you now, but I'll get you later Wading through your ventilator