We represent the scarf-wearing people
We resent the shooter in the steeple
Fluff your skirt up and don’t forget to party
Like it’s eighteen eighty-six six six
Pull your pants off and shake 'em all over
The heretic-tic-tic
Paranoid me
Don’t annoy me
This is for the people who dine with bears
Their recti filled with chocolate eclairs
Don’t forget when their teeth come in
It’s a new religion, nineteen seventy-one
And the dance you do will determine
The next round robin, triangular robin
They’re after me
Not before me
Kleenex caper, window scraper
Nosebleed paper clip
Bilbo shopping, Dumbo dropping
Chase fleas with a wish
A box of hard-ons, a bowl of tampons
Revolting croutons dish
Insect sweatsuit, bang-bang shoot-shoot
The come in my belly sticks
Don’t talk to them
There’s blood in my b. m