Good Morning, Ma'am, I've come to read your gas meter… The wonderful dexterity of Hannu Mikkola Makes me want to shake hands with the whole of Finland But the horrible sincerity of Miriam Stoppard Makes me want to go out and commit ma** murder I rang Jane Scott for a genuine friend She was otherwise engaged so I looked round the bend I saw the wheels of nihilism rolling my way And now I live life in the bus lane Yeah I live life in the bus lane The halcyonic dynamo that lit up my childhood Made me feel secure on the roads in winter But the nauseating bashfulness of early Diana Makes me want to set fire to commemorative tea towels I walked across the road with a peach in my hand A hammer hit my head and I couldn't understand Behind me stood a maniac laughing at me saying: "I like to watch the adverts Yeah, I saw it in the adverts" You fold your grandma's neck And smother her in custard As a contribution to your folio And the very next morning You take her into college and the tutor with the beard and the polio Says "Well yeah it's got potential and it could well be essential But it should be more dramatic if you know what I mean" Have you tuned into Radio Dada Every Friday evening at six in the morning Scan the airwaves for Radio Dada It goes something like this