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by Andy Partridge


Fuzzy Warbles Vol. 2 version:

   Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?
   Clad in fox fur or khaki, they're violent and insane.
   Pink and wobbling with all their possessions.
   Full of junk food and TV and booze
   and bottles of pain relief pills and oh...

   Don't you love them?
   They make life hell here
   and pray there's heaven above 'em.

   Can't you smell 'em in obscene procession?
   Stink of bacon, defoliant, fear and small cigars.
   Whiffs of semen and adulterous confession
   mixed with money and those little air fresheners
   hung in their cars and wardrobes and oh...

   Don't you hate.
   So full of hot air.
   They need some warfare
   to deflate 'em.

   Animals beware
   knives and forks that glare
   Never trust those caring humans.
   Being the worst
   especially when they're hungry.
   They make each other hungry.
   There's no need to be hungry.
   Not today.

   Can't you hear 'em in obscene procession?
   It's called talking.
   It's how they betray their friends and more.
   Aren't you glad that you found out about them?
   Aren't you glad that you never evolved up any more? 


Jules Verne's Sketchbook version:

   Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?
   Clad in fox fur or khaki, they're violent and insane
   Pink and wobbling with all their possessions
   They live on junk food and TV and booze
   And bottles of pain relief pills and oh...

   Don't you love them?
   They make life hell here
   And think there's heaven above 'em.

   Can't you hear 'em in obscene procession?
   It's called talking, it's how they betray their closest friends.
   Cough and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
   Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.

   Can't you smell 'em in obscene procession?
   Stink of bacon, defoliant, fear and small cigars
   Whiffs of semen, adulterous confessions,
   Mixed with money and those little air fresheners
   Hung in their cars and wardrobes and oh...

   Don't you hate.
   So full of hot air
   They need their warfare
   To deflate 'em.

   Animals beware
   Knives and forks that glare
   Never trust those caring humans
   Being the worst
   Especially when they're hungry.

   Animals beware
   Knives and forks so bare
   Never trust those staring humans
   Being the worst
   Especially when they're hungry
   They make each other hungry
   There's no need to be hungry
   Not today.

   Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?
   Fat and pompous, they crush their only children to the floor
   Aren't you glad that I told you about them?
   Aren't you glad you never evolved up any more?

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