Insane Scream Banana
Acid smiling elephant house
Creeping crawling belching mouse
Windy winding smelly toad
Falling laughing humble abode
Insane screaming banana dirt
Melting mountain desperate flirt
Silly stupid pathetic rhyme
Plastic shotgun crocodile line
Miss Lady
Ok Miss lady, you said do it in silence
And I tried my best to keep quiet
Yes Sir but you brought about this violence
And turned everything into a riot
I’m sorry Miss Lady but I can’t help out
It is above and beyond my comprehension
Yes Sir, but you don’t need to shout
You already have my attention
At last it is done …. aaahhh!
Pebbles
You are sat in my armchair
Just the most wonderful teddy-bear
I will get to sleep all right
When I go to bed tonight
Because I can hug you tight
I can turn out the light
Hungry
You get to a stage
A part of the day
When that feeling
Won’t go away
You just can’t explain to me
Why am I always hungry?
All I know is eat, eat, eat
Let’s sit down to a lovely treat
I don’t know what anything means to me
All I know is – I’m hungry
Ugly Bug
On my sideboard
Oh – good Lord
It’s an ugly bug
Round and square
Just balanced there
An ugly bug
Stupid Poor Boy
I’m not very clever
I don’t understand a lot
But I know I’m happy
With what I’ve got
To Drink
To drink and be drunk is very merry
Sit down, relax and watch the telly
To think and be drunk is very silly
You start calling William Willy
To drunk and be drink is very telly
Soft Blow
You came at me from out of the blue
I was always falling for people like you
When you touched me there was nothing I could do
Give me a soft blow and just blow on through
Yuppie
Yuppie – do
Yuppie – dik
Yuppie – li
Yuppie – sick
Yuppie – up
Yuppie – suck
Harry and Mary
You know they were the sweetest pair
Went with each other everywhere
She drank wine and he drank beer
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Backache
You can bake me a birthday cake
Take me to a scenic lake
But can you, please, for my sake
Get rid of my backache
Every step I take
I’m not sure I can make
I try to keep it straight
To get rid of my backache
Cursed Earth
Blessed are the victims of puritanical hate
Guardians are wary of those you enter late
Calling to the Cursed Earth looking through the gate
Richest rewards come to those prepared to wait
Bastard Baiters
A call to arms
Now don’t be alarmed
If you catch them all
You can go unharmed
Cast out the waiters
Make them bastard baiters
Better never than later
Make them bastard baiters