Into silence, Mr Gregory Powder   Hello all, hello to you all      Oh the sky is for plastic people   Gathered in a little TV drug   He’s among the TV throng   About the things they don’t understand   See the things they all risk dementia!      They talk about the animal people   Who still live with sin have to climb the steeple   Half the nation starts to walk   The other half is out to stalk   Running people, half the nation!      I get a funny feeling, it starts   While little kids are heads of the country, all upon TV   Because it surrounds the whole damn nation   In jigsaw pieces that just don’t fit   Don’t fit, lazing around the nation!