Renaldo & The Loaf - Leery Looks (From Fathers Books) lyrics

I sat drinking lemonade The moon was in my anglepoise It shone on books with leery looks And on my father's toys Shocking secrets in his dark recess Alone would make the devil wince And the table turns as my ice cream burns To crumble into chintz His library sits on splintered shelves Which i myself helped to construct It's wrapped and clean in a plastic sheen So as not to corrupt (not to corrupt such little boys, who Should not play with grown-up toys) I'm wiping dust from mother's face As she stares at me from her box There's fifty more where she came from Oh bless my cotton socks I'm still drinking lemonade The sun shines on the anglo-poison It shines on books with leery looks And on me fa... (father's friends are healthy And father's friends are wealthy, cause father's Books cost money, i'm so naive) ...me fa—so la—te do