Good morning, it's 3 a.m in this great roaring city   Full of garbage eaters, ravaging, parking spots beneath my plaza window   I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels   All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street      Swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbon   Even a struggling monza   And over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque   But look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill   It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet      The stench and the noise, yes, yes   The howler's resonating repertoire is not too bad   When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler   But the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis   And the glass-eye snapper hawking papers, I can certainly live without      Also be cautious of the poisonous, boomslang laughter   Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish   And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand?   Evidently he's getting a good reply      Arrive in Neurotica through neon heat disease   I swear at the swarming herds   I sweat the foul terrain   I rove the moving scenery      Arrive in Neurotica through neon heat disease   I swear at the swarming heards   I sweat the foul terrain   I rove the moving scenery      I have no fin, no wing, no stinger   No claw, no camouflage   I have no more to say      Say, isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there   Look at that bush baby, mud puppy, noolbenger   Rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, shingleback skink   Siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill, and suckers      They seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue   Random animal parts now playing nightly, right here in Neurotica   So long