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
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
Self-satisfying, smug in your knowledge This is the greatest cosmic college And in the dreamscape where your dreams are dreamt You are above the carnivorous carnivore’s contempt The eagles fly as you march by The standard bearer stares at the sky
Hate that dance? I certainly do Hate that music? So should you Hate that smile? It winds me up Hate that smell? keep the door shut To the shithouse Acid house, jazz house Blues house reggae rub-a-dub your blub house Mmaaannn!