I'm in the furniture trade Got a new job today But stick the cretin On the number-three lathe
Went down the town To a HM club The sign had a cross Through a couple well-dressed They looked at my coat They looked at my hair An Easy Rider coot Grabbed the edge of my coat Said: 'You're too smart for here' I said: 'I'll see the manager'
He was the manager!
Eat y'self fitter!
Up the stairs mister!
Eat y'self fitter!
Analytics have got My type worked out Analytics on me The poison render I grope about And when I go out My mind splits My eyes doth hurt The musical chairs Have been swallowed up By a cuddly group Who land and rub off Hoping thatWhatever it is Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine I shook his hand Got trapped in the door Felt a fool, I tell ya
Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter!
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter!
Became a recluse And bought a computer Set it up in the home Elusive big one On the screen Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear On the screen
Where's the cursor?Where's the eraser?Where's the cursor?Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-OG-O-H-O-H-O-9-OG-O-H-O-H-O-9-OH-O-9-O-G-O-H-O
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter!
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter!
The Kevin Ayers scene South of France Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays Greek holidays Barratt heritance
Mit-Dem! Don't wanna be a mit-dem!
Pick the fleas mister
Eat y'self fitter!
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter!
Who tells you what To tape on your vid. chip How do you know the progs you miss Are worse than those you single out? And what'll you do when the rental's up? And your bottom rack is full of vids Of programs you will nay look at The way they act is, oh, sheer delight Cardboard copyright Make it right! Panic in Sudan! Panic in Wardour! Panic in Granadaland! Panic all over!
By the wretched timesheeters Of my delight One starry night The powers that be will have to meet And have no choice but to...
Eat each other!
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter!
Portly and with good grace The secret straight-back ogre entered His brain aflame With all the dreams It had conjured It had conjured It had conjured It had conjured
Mit-dem! Don't wanna be amid dem!
The centimeter square
Eat y'self fitter!
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter!
These lyrics are certainly sublime, but what's an HM club? Not that the rest of it is pellucid, but for some reason that's a sticking point for me.
