I got thoroughly pissed off the other night when I left the house,
I turned to the right and then to the left and then into a mouse,
Dear me it was like a trip in the sixties,
Pink elephants, champagne foutains and surfing pixies,
Blind in my mist a complete mind fog,
My mouse, my house now have a bullfrog,
Billy by name and an all round ringer,
A baratone voice my frog is a singer,
Dont get down and dont feel like, you know, sad,
Baratone maybe, but sings like my dad,
All well and good if your dad is Robbie,
But no he isn’t and singing isn’t even a hobby,
But glitz and glamour Billy will need,
Until the trip subsides and my eyes bleed,
For the sixties and stuff made everything hurt
Kill more cells makes me just as thick as Albert,
Black rain, white noise listen to the air,
Faerie dust, red baboons bums no hair,
Change the channel to porn and sleaze,
Want to sleep and catch some zee’s.