(Sausages are good Sausages are good We are all sausages.) (One, two, three, four One, two, three, four.) Is this my chance, for goodness sake To make the point I've tried to make For all my lifetime, give or take a year? And now it comes as no surprise: The world gets lost, the world gets wise So dot your Ts, and cross your Is, my dear And it's a golden opportunity To take a stand and claim immunity Against the threat of more community service And you would think that they'd catch on to us The odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous Together we will make the octopus nervous We don't have guns, we don't have knives But we've been waiting all our lives And wait until the day arrives, we will We don't pretend we're fighting crime We see the world in lemon lime The only casualty's the time we k** But still, a lot of things are problematical There is an urge to wax fanatical But we will not fall prey to radicalism Well never mind, ‘cause here's another thing You won't believe what we're discovering And you can see it through the hovering prism This is the fancy pants manifesto This is the fancy pants manifesto This is the fancy pants manifesto And now you know This is the fancy pants manifesto This is the fancy pants manifesto This is the fancy pants manifesto And now you know