Colin Newman - Truculent Yet lyrics

Gambits were pink Pale purple, yellow Orange savage baskets laid One, two, three, seventeen, forty-two Rain simple slide, exemplary blue Not yet grounded, lisping a stir An inch before midnight, flag facing northwards Two sheep sheep sleep, not rising, not arranging Not identifying, not reporting Verbiage baggage Truculent yet and indemnified Self-portrait, that's offense Smile is n**ling, certainly not entertaining Force is self-protecting, rain here now Season now, murky