A dead chameleon is useful.
A dead chameleon is fun.
A dead chameleon is target practice,
if somebody has got a gun.
A dead chameleon is harmless.
A dead chameleon is so carefree.
A dead chameleon is hollow,
his sweetbreads cached in your T.V.
Once he was a minstrel of environmental conformity.
Now he's fertilizer, making dirt for you and me.
He can't drink any water, and he can't make no
chameleon love.
His body's stinkin' up the earth while his soul is
floatin' up above.
