From the Album:   * Paradise in distress      Lizzy the lizard   Met an angry young snake   With forked-tongue grace   By the name of Jake:   A yellow eyed diamond back rattler   In the chill-out room   Of the ÂÂ'wildlife saloon'   She admired his skin,   Jake said it was fake   And Liz said: “who cares,   It don't really matter!”   A question to raise,   Why people these days   Like slaves to the craze   Are somehow hell bent   Yet always content with fortune's spent   On desperately tryin' to be different   Willy the weasel said   To Sammy the snitch   Let's go to the dogs   And bet on that bitch   The greyhound   That runs like a panther   They made a big score,   Went to the Hi-fashion store   They bought two suits of shark skin   Furs, ermine and mink   All decked out for the next chapter   Nancy the nympho   Yelled at Lola La Leech   “I need a permanent wave   with lotsa bleach   I wanna look like a cheap German dancer”   She could pass for a queen   In a second hand dream   Inside the gloom of the ÂÂ'wildlife saloon'   The wolfwhistles   Sounded just like laughter