She bangs a bowl  She bangs a bat  She bangs a ball and builds her cat  She bangs her head  Against the wall  She bangs her head and slides her fat  She catches Handel in her flat  Her man is right  In greasy silk  A split tomato in his mind  A crumpled heart  Sags to the sea  Tomato heart escaping gas  She has her man in rubber skin  Of all the people that I know  The ones I like I love the best  The fishes in the sewer pipes  The highway man is yellow stripes  At least I'm not a coathanger  Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger  B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bang  She tangs her fag  She taints her cyst  She fludles gun around her rug  She twists her fang  She tugs her foot  She muffles hamsters in a squat  Her hair's on his marshmallow pout  His head is rich  Enough to burst  Fresh ale and flies on melon halves were like enstrung  Around her calves  You wind up living somewhere cheap  And die upon a compost heap  Well all the people I don't know  The ones I do I hate the most  The twisted father of mankind  'S enough to drive a poor boy blind  At least I'm not a coathanger  Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger  Bang  She bangs it once and that's no lies  She bangs it twice and both her eyes  Come dangle out on yo-yo strings  Her head bore branches on a sheath  And Vyrna bubbles on the heath  "My heart is full of soap," she sighs  A tounge of stalk  And tender leaves  And then she'll eat  Her skull it ____ and splits  And like an egg  It dribbles down your inside leg  Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay  She tounges a cat  She tounges a cake  She throws transistors in a lake  She throws her head  Far through the door  I wonder what she does that for  I wonder what she think I gots  Yeah, listen Vyrna  (Shutdown)  There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind  (Shutdown)  If it bothers you we can turn it off  (Shutdown)  With your silly red shoes and your grecian urn  (Shutdown)  And your feet potted out of a veiled cocoon  (Shutdown)  Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red scone  A rotting statue on a feathery dawn  Invented you one summer's morn  At least I'm not a coathanger  Vyrna Kowl you're a headbanger