Only my heads
Only my head's too big for boots
those that hide in sweet birthday suits
these irritate, make mad, all cats,
or those great big, concrete, slab hats
I dither now, which way, to choose?
There are things which glow green cloud roots
beyond the isle of lamb licked brutes,
whom, have no grief, cos got no mats
Only, my heads?
I'll teach those brute lambs how to toot
toons, show birthday suits shorter routes,
while youse rehouse all those mad cats
beneath that, concrete, slab hat, that
is why there's nothing here, too cute,
Only, my heads...