Here Come The Warm Jets

My, my, my, we're treating each other just like strangers
I can ignore the significance of these changes
But you can't treat it lightly, and you'll have to face the consequences
All my worst fears are grounded
You have to make the choice between the paw paw negro blowtorch and me (no, no, no).


By this time i got to looking for a kind of substitute
I can't tell you who i found, except that it rhymes with dissolute
But my baby's so lazy, she is almost unable, and it's driving me crazy
And her loving's just a fable that we try, with passion, to recall


Send for an ambulance or an accident investigator
He's breathing like a furnace
So i'll see you later, alligator
He'll set the sheets on fire
Mmm, quite a burning lover
Now he'll barbeque your kitten
He is just another learner lover
You have to make the choice between the paw paw negro blowtorch and me.

[...inaudible...]
[further] we make claims on [our teas]
[dawn inner here] for we've nowhere to be
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to be

[father stains], we're all on our knees
Down on our words and we've nothing to be
Nothing to be
Nothing to be

Further down we're all on our [sails]
[paid to upheed] though we've nothing these days
Nothing these days
Nothing these days

[further still, their stall in a daze]
We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say
Nothing to say
Nothing to say...

Given the chance
I'll die like a baby
On some far away beach
When the season's over.


Unlikely
I'll be remembered
As the tide brushes sand in my eyes
I'll drift away.


Cast up on a plateau
With only one memory
A single syllable
Oh lie low lie low.

Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky
You're so perceptive and i wonder how you knew.


But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.


Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there.


And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.


Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'cos i failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.


Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.


But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction.

People come and go and forget to close the door
And they leave their stains and cigarette butts trampled on the floor
And when they do, remember me, remember me.


Some of them are old, some of them are new
Some of them will turn up when you least expect them to
And when they do, remember me, remember me.


Lucy you're my girl, lucy you're a star
Lucy please be still and hide your madness in a jar
But do beware, it will follow you, it will follow you.


Some of them are old but it would help if you could smile
To earn a crooked sixpence you'll walk many crooked miles
And as you do, remember me, remember me.