Please release me, let me go As Englebert Humperdinck's racing pigeon cries Who do you think you're talking to? Said the schizophrenic ventriloquist Think I'd better change my mind ... For a bigger size I set the clock the other night 'cos it was starting to go a bit runny I put my feet up 'cos they had nowhere to stay I suffer with a disease That makes me forget the ends of verses La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la From the spark of the enthusiastic To the inferno of creation The path materialises at the feet of the convinced One eye on the heavens And a tonsil on medication Convention stinks like A draining board full of gibs before they're rinsed. D'you like Rudyard Kipling? I've never seen him kipple Wisdom permeated his every breath Tell me then, why do you toil fruitlessly and labour? I'm just waiting for something better to come along ... you konw, like d**h!