Lyrics Its A Mystic Trip

 Judith, come and get your apples
Don't expect not to be scratched
Let them ferment in your hotbed
Looks to me like your pilchards've hatched
You said Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Trevor, come and shave your playmates
The bells are slowing down, the sacrifice is due
Do you have to take the choice between a single line and a thin line of a
Wrinkled finger, well, you wouldn't know which part of the body it would suit you
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Janice, don't go and squat in the nettles
Last week three people came in to be dignified and they all got stung
Lucy put a bean in her nostril, and
Mr. Watkins said Well, where there's a barrel, there's a bung
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's a mystic trip
Hey, hey, hey, hey, why don't you try it?
Try it? Try it?