(Sausages are good.nSausages are good.nWe are all sausages.)nn(One, two, three, four.nOne, two, three, four.)nnIs this my chance, for goodness sake,nTo make the point I’ve tried to makenFor all my lifetime, give or take a year?nAnd now it comes as no surprise:nThe world gets lost, the world gets wise.nSo dot your Ts, and cross your Is, my dear.nnAnd it’s a golden opportunitynTo take a stand and claim immunitynAgainst the threat of more community service.nAnd you would think that they’d catch on to us.nThe odds are stacked and vaguely nocuous.nTogether we will make the octopus nervous.nnWe don’t have guns, we don’t have knives,nBut we’ve been waiting all our lives.nAnd wait until the day arrives, we will.nWe don’t pretend we’re fighting crime.nWe see the world in lemon lime.nThe only casualty’s the time we kill.nnBut still, a lot of things are problematical.nThere is an urge to wax fanatical,nBut we will not fall prey to radicalism.nWell never mind, ‘cause here’s another thing.nYou won’t believe what we’re discovering,nAnd you can see it through the hovering prism.nn This is the fancy pants manifesto.n This is the fancy pants manifesto.n This is the fancy pants manifesto,n And now you know. nn This is the fancy pants manifesto.n This is the fancy pants manifesto.n This is the fancy pants manifesto,n And now you know.