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Walk energetically in rubber dungarees
Weigh engineers in refined dolphins
Whisper english intone religious dutch
Wigwam especially is rusty dusty
These are some meaning of W. E. I. R. D.

White elephants injure repugnant dogs
Wriggle every item re-spot dominoes
Worship each insect rehearse devoutly
Watch escapish it's rather daft
These are some meaning of W. E. I. R. D.

Wash ethnic icons renounce decapitation
Waste eleven iron rubber dummies
Wave efficient icy red daffodil
Weft evacuates it reveals disdain
These are some meaning of W. E. I. R. D.

He enjoys himself when abroad
The thin ones are inclined to sleep
I think I know what he's up to,
Yes, even on a business trip.
But my own mind must be kept clear
I have always had that feeling
No, not over what has happened
I merely mean things in general.
But Waldo is extremely thin
So we feed him Caroway cake
His firm is in difficulty and
It's so hard to stay awake.
So am I right in thinking
That for some time there's been no news
The lawnmowers made William sulky.
He never took any advice

Seldom the charts a traditional campus to the best 'other' theme turns with certain activity. A promising, hellish opus whiffs amiss. Being so soft they had to wave it past.
Most play healthy innovation, no keys are intuitive. Why?
The would-be system expected to return, long ago, see they either write or call you from the stage, the gang moved and now refer this volume has picked for itself a constant succession of units like some posy punksta'.

Horseflies on cowpats, nip whiskers off kittens
Old rusty tin-cans and gold lame mittens,
Dismembered blackbirds without any wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Dirty old donkeys and peroxide poodles,
Whippets in waspies and burnt moist plum noodles,
Ignormous hornets with terrible stings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the rat bites, when the flea jumps,
When I'm feeling mad, I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so.....

Frogging through the leap year,
Searching for a nautch girl nurturing my treasures -
Two feet for tonight
Swansong for a shuffle observing all the fine rules
Chatting up the sacred 'crows' - hello girls!
Failed all night.
So I tried walking backwards,
Talking in strange voices (thinking I was Scottish)
Dancing fluent celtic (far-flung moves are noticed!
Hello girls!
Shall we dance? O.K.!!

Forsted glas in ledisdoor
Fankee farcet ol te foor
Gras and rosses eem lastis vasesd
Carb blorb nats for driping
Gasses

Len and beti serve de deeks
Commune kate bee mots and vinks
Babinsam advert on te bar
Glakesires siteen a jur

Fluorescent showboat to Tangier

Can you see them forming slowly in your fridge, sir!
Kelvinator-regulator, I can see them!
Made of ice, sir!
Now they're 'round us, working for us,
Listen to us give the orders,
Getting harder. Can you see them?
Made of ice, sir!
Stop, they're shouting, spitting at us,
Brittle people, we can crack them,
See them fall in little pieces made of ice, sir!

I'm part and parcel of you all,
Together and apart, I'm listening
to your waveband.
Radio in my mind.
No AFC, no AFC I drift about
Between you all, the ether shifts my channel.
Pinpoint the transmitter.
Voices struggle to the fore,
To fade again to incomprehensible chattering
As time goes by I realise
The batteries are failing to power the relevant circuit.
I can't replenish, I can't replenish,
The power's spent, the power's spent.
Redundancy to the circuit, AH-AH.

See the man in the garden,
The one with the balding head.
He's really strange, a bit deranged
He takes his gnomes to bed, ha-ha!

They're so old, that when they're cold,
They get arthritic joints
He takes them in, it's no sin
It's one of his finer points, oh yes!
...........................Oh Yea?

Bathroom mirror's upside down
Ceiling has a crack,
Tap washer needs replacing,
Toothpaste's lost its cap,
Deodorant spray is empty,
Bath has lost its plug--
I've tried different shampoos but
Every time I shake my head it snows!
Bathroom mirror's fallen down,
Ceiling's on the floor,
Water's round my ankles,
running past the door,
Deodorants pray forgiveness,
Conditioned as I am--
I've tried different shampoos but
Every time I shake my head it snows!

I sprang from my chair, I was annoyed since I'd sat opposite You all the morning
I have heard you say, there are no data
I could hardly keep from smiling at you.

In my atmosphere, gazing at the dial
If I remember, you made enquiries.
Why, of course, I know you're right on both points
But how in "the name" did you get these facts?

Was it not guesswork based on my habits?
"No, I never guess" was all that you said.

More suggestive facts: your brother is careless,
So hence the cocaine
Where is the mystery? That is wonderful,
You can say for sure
It was on the impulse -- You said nothing more

Medical Man

???.........Smart wardrobe!

You used to hold the chair too high
What'll I do, what'll I do?
Throw away the gaff and the dog
Isn't it closed, isn't it closed?
There's no pain killer anymore
Ooooo--look at the earth!
I'm asking if it's very calm
Calling to you, calling to you.

It never ends, I'll never go
Lucky for you, lucky for you!
Fit to wake the dead, d'ya hear
Words from your heart,words from your heart
One day you'll say, "I'm tired, I'll stop"
Ooooo --what of the sun?
Back again with insecticide
How are the waves, how are the waves?

Bet you didn't know today was such a long time coming

Home on the range
Homer's deranged

Joe's got a goat
Joe's gotta go

Joey!

Glued to a wall
Joe has a ball

Joey!

Stew the red shoe
Ow! Stew the red shoe!

(Are you goin' to the conga, Joe?)

He knew it by heart and so did I
He said as we rode down the road
Without letting go of the boat he held
That hopped and croaked, like a toad

We didn't progress all that fast
For his back was glued to a wall
But he spoke of the life of one Joe Breem
Who met his death in the fall.....

One Joe Breem or Breen, the son of a lighthouse keeper, a strong, muscular lad of 15, who swam for miles in the night, a knife betwen his teeth, after a shark, out of sheer heroism

We stopped and I held the goat by the horn
He opened his mouth as to speak
But all that I heard was a kind of rattle
He must have been incredibly weak.

His silence seemed most natural to me
As we stood and then admired the view
Of the first bats that flew out of the night
Though there returned but a few.

Boy: Is Dover a seaport?
MAN: Sure it's a seaport.
BOY: Has Grover a passport?
MAN: I hope so!
BOY: Do gophers eat peanuts?
MAN: I'm not sure!
BOY: Is guava a donut?
MAN: What?
BOY: What! What, you say! You know, if I had a mind I could get quite mad, but I bite my bottom lip and persevere, a lad needs to know, y'know, y'know, y'know.
BOY: Is Ghana a blood sport?
MAN: Don't be ridiculous!
BOY: You know, I still have questions.

He gets around in a wheelchair
Sometimes I push to show I care

sometimes he sighs and sheds a tear
he looks at me, eyes filled with fear

He takes a box of dominoes
Upon his lap each place he goes

Somehow he laughs and I can see
That he hates soap, as much as me.
(That he hates the soap, as much as me)

"Dominoes no longer excite me, nasty black objects. What I need is tragic in the extreme. However, you know, I'm better off in my wheelchair. It has been rather noisy lately, but I can't protest. Because cleanliness is next to Godliness, and soap is not God. He now ignores me, something to do with my reticence, no doubt. No matter, the hums do not intrude, nor the squeaky wheels. Though the thought of soap still angers me, one thing's for sure, I'll never complain. Except of the chemist, who tantalized me with good reason. Say no more! I really have flipped, and with just enough room to maintain an iota of sanity."

Lights out, Ted's asleep
Ooo -- deep, deep, deep
Indulging in R. E. M.
Be part of our Ted's reverie.

Portsdown grass a hilly scene
Ooo--green, green, green
Impossibly, white wallabys
Abound in our Ted's reverie.

The buddies play in fiction lake
Ooo--fake, fake, fake
A wading policemen's bare-bone knees
Revealed in our Ted's reverie.

Periwigged drinkers at the "No-One's Inn"
Ah! Spot the wallaby skin
Adorning the Crows-nest towering over
The scenes in our Ted's reverie.

Ahh! Riahc a ni gnittis s'nyvlem oo

Cigarettes in secret societies
Special hides in tin pan alleys
Soroptimistic party places
Winsome folk enjoying the pleasures of...

The street sign's
Ornamental
Green candle
It's a flaming row, sir!

Newspaper functions as library functions
To characters walking in bi-forked suits
Through the night, night...

A night-time's so fit for rising

Beaudelaire's begotten kingdom
Wine-glass tarts and promenaders
The bachelor machine hums into action
Convenience in the 'city room'.

The column
The arches
The office
Of the aristo-flanneur

We're in a bar, playing guitar
Playing to the clientele
If that's what you are!

Every now and then
We'll play a bum chord
You can watch our beards grow
If you feel bored.

Ooo eee!
Who wants to be
A dichotomy
And paradoxically (uniquely)
To talk to me
To speak to me!

One dream per night.

Your leg's too long
Your skull's too strong
Suppose your nose is wrong
Your eyes are blue
Your ears are too
Your mouth is oozing glue!

Your pirouette's not perfect yet
yes sir, yes sir!
And your entrechat's a mal-a-tet
no sir, no sir!
In this ballet who...who says "tres bon"
"n'est-ce pas?"
"mais non?"
"oola!"

Your heels are worn and your tou-tou's torn
Yes sir, yes sir!
So you think you're suave with your eye-brows shorn
No sir, no sir!
In this ballyhoo, who says "sehr gut"
"nicht war?"
"ach, nein?"
"wunderbar!"

Your leg's too long
Your skull's too strong
Suppose your nose is wrong.

Your better half's a dead giraffe
Yes sir, yes sir!
'Cause your pas-de-deux's a leaden laugh
no sir, no sir!
In this ballyhoo, who says "it's good"
"great news?"
"but no?"

I sat drinking lemonade
The moon was in my anglepoise
It shone on books with leery looks
And on my father's toys

Shocking secrets in his dark recess
Alone would make the devil wince
And the table turns as my ice cream burns
To crumble into chintz

His library sits on splintered shelves
Which I myself helped to construct
It's wrapped and clean in a plastic sheen
So as not to corrupt
(Not to corrupt such little boys,
who should no play with grown-up toys)
I'm wiping dust from mother's face
As she stares at me from her box
here's fifty more where she came from
Oh bless my cotton socks

I'm still drinking lemonade
The sun shines on the anglo-poison
It shines on books with leery looks
And on me fa...
(father's friends are healthy,
and father's friends are wealthy,
cause father's books cost money, I'm so naive)
...me fa--so la--te do.

His eyes are glazed, his cheeks are thin
He's not been taking food in
(It's obvious)
A shadow of his former self
I recommend a yellow pill
Tasty, tasty yellow pill
(A, B, C, and D)
The kind that's full of vitamins...

...and roughage, oh yes, roughage

Be of good cheer!
Partake of physical jerks
Envigourate the mind and cleanse the...
Works the culprit once again
Savaging the proudest men
(Save for one or two)
Shadows of their former selves.

Rosa, o lonely Rosa
She keeps her mind out of all she says
Clear, clear, oh yes, we fear dear
Your idle rumbles fail to impress
It speaks...

Rosa, o lonely Rosa
Wraps madness loosely in reams of spiel
Clap-trap, her prescience sucks sap
Makes conversation a rancid meal
It speaks...

Rosa has a body function
Called speaking and has no compunction
In practicing on all and sundry
Ha! Rosa
Has vacancy in all departments
And solitude is never harmless
And speaking to yourself is better than
To no-one!

Joey hit the desert when the sun was high
With the help of a flask of lemonade
Like som kous-kous western he kept his cool
In the shadows that the camel made

O my steed is bent like a bedouin tent
In a sandstorm I don't wanna be
I'll tame the dunes with a nomad tune
&*()&(&)*, yodelloadee!

i'm in this land to count the sand
Grain by grain for accuracy
(See) my camel sits as I sum the bits
As a token of fraternity.

Oft thought I'd never say
Is night something like a day?
Sand tastes like city street

here's freedom to surmise
is fall equal to a rise?
nelda is dancing too.

There are two men at our window
They are rendering the wall
one of them has lost his hat
It just blew off in a squall

It landed in a distant garden
To all intents it is forlorn
The cat eyes it suspiciously
Sitting cross-legged on a lawn.

Curly kale is green with envy
Tomatoe's blushing red instead
In shame of a hat that is so naked
Devoid of a human head.

Favourite hat come back to me
My pate is suffering from cold
I'm so dizzy without you
I'm so dizzy...vertigo!

On a street called straight
They dress in black and white.
And the norm is the same and the same is right.
There's a rule for the dog and a rule for the cat.
And I rule with my gun with its rat-a-tat-a-tat.
So my street gets straighter.

On a street called straight I push the cars along.
And I kno k down the people On a street called straight I'm wading through a flood.
And it drip-drips red but I guess it's on blood.
So my street gets straighter.

Don't push me, don't push, don't

On a street called straight I'm wading through a flood.
And it drip-drips red but I guess it's only blood.
There's a rule for my dog and a rule for the cat.
And I rule with my gunh with its rat-a-tat-a-tat.

On a street called straight I push the cars along.
And I kno k down the people It's getting late so the big man come, to tie
Me by the ankle and nail me by the thumb.
So my street gets straighter.

Sequestrator
Push the toy car out the way
Do as the sequestrator say
See the plastic soldier stand
As he takes the mock gun from my hand
The street gets straighter.

Boule, Boule viens ici viens ici mon chien
Boule boule, viens ici, viens ici sal chien
Non, non, non, je ne viendrais pas -- o'la!

Boule, Boule, come here, come here my dog
Boule, Boule, come here -- dirty dog!
No, no, no, I will not come

Boule, Boule, komm heir, komm heir mein hund
Boule, boule, komm heir, smutzig hund
Nein, nein, nein, ich will komm nicht!

Boule hear the master -- Boule no come!

He want to see it
He want to smell it
He want to touch, but
The woman's too naive

She think it risque
Too illicit
It's so explicit
It just the skin and the bone

(So she) take to Waldo
He tell her something
It shock her rigid
Now there's no arm controls!

(he say) it dead tradition
To hide the mountain
The edge of woman
That she never show ya
As if it really mattered
The elbow is taboo
"Is this true of all cultures?"
"Not any more"

So Waldo touch her
He lick the corner
She smile of happy
She not so naive!

He fat o san di o su
He on show way fro omela
Ze an he ar o moto
--Hambu n hambu hodo

In te ho ue o dul mids
Ark an he rav mi end 'said
Ze an he ar o moto
--Hambu n hambu hodo

Don ad ot n pris a loon
Srage ews fro an o he sar
ze an he ar o moto
--Hambu n hambu hodo

If trivia seems the main concern
And uncertainty sets the heart to burn
And the liquid's stale in the pipes of brain
So your dreams of cream turn sour again
Call for the oblong boys
See them on their way and long gone

Only when you're lonely you count the seeds you've sown
Suspicion is a purple worm gnawing at your bones
Call for the oblong boys
Do no wrong
Call for the oblong boys
Saw us on our way, for so long

A sweeter crop has failed, and now
A rock of angst has blunt the plough
And the cat claws a hex on the bark of your tree
So your silver leaves taste of tin, to me
Call for the oblong boys
See the on their way and long gone
Call for the oblong boys
Do no wrong
Call for the oblong boys
Saw us on our way
For so long

The thought of fresh bread drives me crazy
Brown, crisp rolls, fresh and warm
I roam the streets for baker's shops
Compelled to enter each I pass

I once rode in a baker's van
Down the road when I was small
Could this have started my obsession
Or is there some more sinister cause?

I had a friend who was the same
Biting corners from his purchase
Murmuring some sweet endearment
To the yeasty object of his love

My passion's getting out of hand
I'm rapidly losing control
Each room is stacked up to the ceiling
With it's moulding, doughy crew

So if you chance to see me walking
Or stumbling with a heavy load
POlease relieve me of my burden
And check my pockets for hidden rolls

Your pirouette's not perfect yet
Yes sir, yes sir!
And your entrechat's a mal-a-tet
No sir, no sir!
In this ballet who...who says "tres bon"
"n'est-ce pas?"
"mais non?"
"oola!"

Your heels are worn and your tou-tou's torn
Yes sir, yes sir!
So you think you're suave with your eye-brows shorn
No sir, no sir!
In this ballyhoo, who says "sehr gut!"
"nicht war?"
"ach, nein?"
"wunderbar!"

Your better half's a dead giraffe
Yes sir, yes sir!
'Cause your pas-de-deux's a leaden laugh
no sir, no sir!
In this ballyhoo, who says "it's good"
"great news?"
"but no?"
huh, bullgoose!

Your leg's too long Your skull's too strong
Suppose your nose is wrong
Your eyes are blue, your ears are too
Your mouth is oozing glue!

Plie
Jete
Entrechat
Argh!

Ha jayara!
Na humrong djon
Re, re, re, re!