Mince robotic legs

I thought I'd run past you the lyrics for my little song that's been mulling about in my little head for the last week or so. I'm thinking about calling it 'mince robotic legs' but it's middle name could be Alan. Here goes (any chance of making it in the music industry).

Schizophrenic Orange
razor blades and cress
my mother wasn't shakespeare
but he wore her dress
if you're bored
late at night
disguse yourself as bread
it's a sunny day

Dislexic banisters
hearing aids are deaf
Gerryatric spiders
spinning crooked webs
your neck is probably
your best headrest
An orangy moonlit afternoon

Ludo and scrabble
both team up on chess
yorkie bar chickens
in a toffee nest
paint that limosine
cos it's undressed
my raincoat is a flea
it keeps the rain off me
that's what the vet said

instrumental/ different melody section that I havn't worked out yet. Possible lyrics could include 'My husband is a drainpipe' 'Auntie's a malfunctioning fridge' 'Uncle Albert was a postbox' ,Any suggestions, please get in touch.

then it could go something like:

Disposable eyelashes
mince robotic legs
lonely toothbrushes
never have sex
manfunctioning sideburns
turn around the chest
Time is suing me
Crippled it eventually
Soon I will  eat a pea
(orchestral build up)
crippled in..
crippled in..
yugoslavia

mince robotic legs
hair!
mince robotic legs

mince robotic legs
hare!
mince robotic pegs

remember to sleep inside (at least one night a week)

mince robotic legs
discguise yourself as bread
mince robotic legs
An ear is not a head
REpeat
(fairytale breakfast)

FADE OUT

clowns aren't funny

there it is anyway. I quite like some of it. The spaces inbetween the words are facinating and some of the blank lines could get an award.

See ya at half two tomorrow!?

fraser/mrquilt

there are other slight variations - this is the one sent in a shit-e mail to JD baker