Hey there!   Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand   Hey yeah!   Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting   flames   He’s weird!   Bitched the girl with the curl about the guy who was just   shy   I’m there!   Huffed the loner with the boner special magazines and   beer   Oh, what do you all know?   I think I’m getting old   ‘Cos I question what I’m told   Yes, cynically I’m bold   But I listen to my flies   So if you think I’m insane   There’s worse that I could be   It’s just my thoughts are free   Have fear!   Preached the priest to his sheep in the house of love and   peace   Bye dear!   Quacked the camp little tramp as she up’d and left the   mass   Poor mare…   Smirked the pianist to his dearest though he loved that   feline stare   Be scared!   Said the papers to the nations ‘bout the bombs that were   not there   Hey there   Sang the hippy with the trippy little guitar in his arms   There’s some real mother fuckers   In this world so leave the others!