Hey mister a review   A word for salad   Is written by my friend   In penman   He uses long words   Like semiotics and semolina   But I countered   With enigma   And metropolis   The lads go rampant   On insignificant symbolism   And compound this with   Rude soulless obliqueness   Everything's coming to a grinding halt   I use such long words   It's all clever stuff   All this charming childish   Fiddling about   Aims for the anti-image   But it naturally creates   The perfectly malleable image   Tantalizing enigma   Of The Cure   They try to take   Everything   But The Cure really   They're just trying to sell us something   Their product is more artificial than most   This is perhaps part of their   Masterplan   But it seems more like their naivety   Everything's coming to a grinding halt   Everything's coming to a grinding halt   Everything's coming to a grinding halt   Note how really songs are made of   Murk and marshes   Tawdry images   Inane realisations   Dull dull dull epigrams   Sometimes they sound like an   Avant-garde John Otway   Or an ugly spirit   Toy drumming   Sprightly bass   Limited guitar riff   Check the sheet out of my favorite book   People don't forget the penman   It's just that in 1979   People shouldn't be allowed   To get away with things like this   I say