Dickie davies Eye

Mention the Lord Of The Rings just once more and I’ll more than likely kill you

More cock, more cock, Michael Moorcock you fervently moan

Is this a wok that you shove down my throat or are you just pleased to see me?

Brian Moore’s head looks uncannily like London Planetarium

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall

God, I could murder a Cadbury’s Flake but then I guess you wouldn’t let me into heaven?

Or maybe you would, ‘cos their adverts promote oral sex

A Romany bint in a field with her paints, suggesting we faint at her beauty

But she’s got Dickie Davies eyes

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall

And all the people who you romantically

Like to still believe are alive are dead

So I’ll wipe my snot on the arm of your chair

As you put another Roger Dean poster on the wall