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 don't really matter& A question to raise, why people these days Like slaves to a craze Are somehow hell bent, yet always content with fortune's spent On desperately tryin' to be different Willy the weasel said to Sammy the snitch Let's go to the dogs and bet on that bitch 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 nympho, yelled at Lola La Leech &I need a permanent wave with lots a 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 wolf whistles, sounded just like laughter A question to raise, why people these days Like slaves to a craze Are somehow hell bent, yet always content with fortune's spent On desperately tryin' to be different
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