Baby

Dance, dance

Dancing kid on a snare drum today

I look good in my winter coat, puffed up

Like a puffin on the rock

I saw the desert today

Flash crack backward ageing

Nitric Acid

And there goes another legend up in smoke

Not innocent or mercurial

I powdered rhino horns for you

And I'll serve it on a plate to you

I still want you coming round here today

Beautifully to my squirrel cage

All is quiet on the western front today

You have sunk all my battleships

Oh the mystery, not your ivory

I won't hurt you anymore...