Oh what a commotion Bodies in the street, snipers in the yard Jiminy cricket, everyone's at large Bucket and a spade baling Oh what a commotion Snipers on the beat, policemen on the prowl Stickety wicket, oh what a drag Everyone's at sea, whaling
Give us a hint or a clue Where do we start from and where do we go to Give us a light in the cold Merlin! Our fortune be told!
Sentimental memories won't do In nineteen eighty two When we will crawl like lice Beneath a blade of hate (not nice) And you my friend will feel like in a zoo Hey monkey, is it true? And I won't know, not I 'Cause you'll be me, and I'll be you
Cauliflowers, turnip peels and rotten eggs and spew Old tin cans and bottle tops and cabbage, plastic glue Poka mola soft soapola, choca rocka stew Mix 'em up and melt them down, so there's your little clue
Look out! Sunny disaster! Sunny disaster!
Disaster can be fun If you give up lettuce Give up smell, touch, Sunday lunch Disaster can be fun If you give up breathing Give up hope, TV and the radio Disaster can be very nice, if you simply live like lice Disaster can be very nice
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