Guess what I found in the car
It was a two-year-old chocolate bar
Melted in the heat, under your feet
So I picked it up and threw it in the street
A young lad came along
And sensing nothing wrong
Picked up the bar from where I threw it
And quite innocently began to chew it
Little did he know, as he ate
That a fungus had developed of late
And this began to make him feel great
But also left him in a state
The lesson is of course – always eat off a plate
Squashed butterfly
Mashed potato
Am I Mad?
Is this NATO?
I can see quite clearly
There, there stands the figure of death
And he is waiting for me
You wave as the steamer deserts me
Thinking about you only hurts me
The sun is tingling from the fantastic sky
Wishing you the best as we say goodbye
Behind the bars, the monkeys schemed
Forming a plan we’d never dreamed
To take over the human race
And put us in their former place
The mystery clouds are descending
Around the hoverman
Bouncing ’round the window
Clean with a steam
Just in time for Mr Dream
Sick of it?
You’ll need a stick for it
To make it stick
Hoverman has no problem with the mystery clouds
He just thinks them out loud
And falls down proud
On the beach
The procession proceeds into recession
The oppressor’s aggression
Had good intention
On the beach
The clowns roll around the dunes
To the invisible trumpeter’s tunes