Simon Bookish - Dwarf Documentary lyrics

I hide in a log cabin with a large groups of strangers. We don't know what's outside, but it's making us pretty nervous. Channel Four make a terrible fuss of appointing a dwarf to present all of their children's programmes. He turns out to be really rather good, exceptionally engaging and handsome. A long-term documentary of his life is commissioned. I go to the park, it's very bright and looks like plastic, like a cartoon. The gra** is very green and the sky is very blue. The ducks have left a lot of duck sh** all over a little island in the river. I sit on the gra** and explain to George Bush and Donald Rumsfeld how ducks stand on one leg to avoid getting sh** on both feet. They're very interested and ask me to demonstrate. I go to the supermarket and buy weird fluffy toys for my little brother. They all have ineffectual little limbs, grey threadbare fur, irregular numbers of eyes and ears. I am delighted that the supermarket stocks them since I know that my brother has real-life creatures like this living in his backyard. I wander about barefoot in the duck sh** then feel guilty because I promised my friends in the log cabin that I wouldn't talk to George Bush. And now I have. The dwarf on Channel Four has become very old. He resembles a miniature Edith Sitwell, with his headscarf and sunken cheeks and is apparently now an iconic figure in the art world. He has been asked to appear on the catwalk show of Vivienne Westwood's new collection and Channel Four are covering the event for the documentary, naturally. My father and I have a ridiculously melodramatic argument. We're both like Lawrence Olivier doing Greek tragedy, all flailing arms and accusatory eyes. The lighting is suitably stark: we're spot-lit from below. All the clothes are black and yellow, striking geometric patterns on enormous angular outfits. Westwood explains to the cameras that if she can see the faces of the people in the audience she gets nervous, so everyone has had to come wearing an animal head over their evening wear. The camera pans out for the last shot