From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the €˜wildlife saloon€™
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: €œwho cares,
It don€™t really matter!€?
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortune€™s spent
On desperately tryin€™ to be different
Willy the weasel said
To Sammy the snitch
Let€™s go to the dogs
And bet on that bitch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
Yelled at Lola La Leech
€œI need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancer€?
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the €˜wildlife saloon€™
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter