Mention the Lord of the Rings just once more
And I'll more than likely kill you
Moorcock, Moorcock, Michael Moorcock you fervently moan
Is this a wok that you've shoved down my throat
Or are you just pleased to see me?
Brian Moore's head looks uncannily like London Planetarium.
And all those people who you romantically
Like to still believe are alive are dead
So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall.
God I could murder a Cadbury's Flake
But then I guess you wouldn't let me into heaven
Or maybe you would 'cos their adverts promote oral sex
A Romany bint in a field with her paints suggesting we faint at her beauty
But she's got Dickie Davies eyes.
And all those people who you romantically
Like to still believe are alive are dead
So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall.
And all those people who you romantically
like to still believe are alive are dead
So I'll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair
As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall.