it is six oclock on the dot and i am
Air cushioned soles
i bought them in the Portabello road
on a
The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps
So she
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian
Primal evil what am I
Tongue-tied until the day I
He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the
Miss America sits in the shower
She's plucking hours from the
Lead in me and me in water
Dangling in my word
I
Only the magical transit children sing, sing the lullaby bah,
I think too much
On things I want too much
It makes
Wash with new soap behind the collar
Keeps a clean mental
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color
Kazoo, kazoo you are mine, kazoo kazoo every time
Turn it
Practice doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding
Speaking drivel can it
Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire
You read the color