Confusion rains down on us all
From the blistering heights of reason
A shame we have no balls at all
On which to scratch our fleas on
Or else we'd know
T'was Romeo
The spunky holy spirit
Who pulls his foreskin to and fro
And shoots the giddy limits
Hey Mr Nixon
Hey Mr Heath
Can't you pull your pants up boys?
I'm standing underneath
Feeling jumpy about society
I'm feeling jumpy about society
I'm feeling jumpy about society and
I'm down d**h-wishing on my knees
In the holy ghost of Los Angeles
Praying for a reason
Praying for a reason
Hey Mr Human
Hey boney dome
Can't you see the next world war is raging in your home?
Are you feeling jumpy about this crazy society?
Feeling jumpy about society
Will the people of this world please disunite
There ain't no rules that could ever be right
In between the hang-ups
In between the hang-ups
In between the hang-ups
In between the hang-ups
I got the kangaroo blues
Got the kangaroo blues
Got the kangaroo blues
Feeling jumpy about society yes
With the kangaroo blues and feeling jumpy about society