Able-bodied big hard body
Wearing canvas trainers; very shoddy
Sweat pants from Salvation Army
I think he’s wearing them just for me
But inside my brain I cannot see a thing
Although I hear beanstalks and begonias beginning to sing
But they’re singing to the carpet stretched across my floor
Through the dust and blood they have taken the ‘mind-floor’ tour
Suddenly they turn into dipsticks dripping with perfumed salad dressing
The begonias and beanstalks are gone and I’m stressing
And I can feel the dipsticks pushing inside my head
I think I’ll go to bed
Now, the wall has grown a face as I roll over to go to sleep
I close my eyes and try to forget the creep
Who gave me bad advice concerning sheep
And now I have completely lost my peace of mind
It’s so baaad, so funny, so unkind