WigWam - Petty-Bourgeois lyrics

Pembroke Oh what a commotion bodies in the street snipers in the yard Jiminy cricket everyone's at large bucket and a spade baling. Oh what a commotion bruisers on the beat policemen on the prowl stickety wicket oh what a drag everyone's at sea whaling. Give us a hint or a clue where do we start from and where do we go to Give us a light in the cold Merlin! Our fortune be told! Sentimental memories won't do in nineteen eighty two when we will crawl like lice beneath a blade of hate (not nice) and You my friend will feel like in a zoo Hey monkey, is it true? and I won't know, not I 'cos you'll be me uh uh and I'll be you buh buh uhup buhup talkin' 'bout disaster "Cauliflower, turnip peels rotten eggs and spew old tin cans and bottle tops and cabbage, plastic glue poka mola soft soapola choca rocka stew Mix'em up and melt them down so there's your little clue look out! Sunny disaster!" Sunny disaster! (Disaster can be fun if you give up lettuce give up smell touch Sunday lunch Disaster can be nice if you give up breathing give up hope, T.V. and the radio) Disaster can be very nice if you simply live like lice Disaster can be very nice. (Sunny Disaster)