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From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the wildlife saloon
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: who cares,
It dont really matter!
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortunes spent
On desperately tryin to be different
w*lly the weasel said
To Sammy the snitch
Lets go to the dogs
And bet on that b*tch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the ny*pho
Yelled at Lola La Leech
I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the wildlife saloon
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter