From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
Lizzy the lizard
Met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace
By the name of Jake:
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room
Of the â"š¬í‹Å“wildlife saloonâ"š¬â"ž¢
She admired his skin,
Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: â"š¬í…"who cares,
It donâ"š¬â"ž¢t really matter!â"š¬?
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to the craze
Are somehow hell bent
Yet always content with fortuneâ"š¬â"ž¢s spent
On desperately tryinâ"š¬â"ž¢ to be different
Willy the weasel said
To Sammy the snitch
Letâ"š¬â"ž¢s go to the dogs
And bet on that bitch
The greyhound
That runs like a panther
They made a big score,
Went to the Hi-fashion store
They bought two suits of shark skin
Furs, ermine and mink
All decked out for the next chapter
Nancy the nympho
Yelled at Lola La Leech
â"š¬í…"I need a permanent wave
with lotsa bleach
I wanna look like a cheap German dancerâ"š¬?
She could pass for a queen
In a second hand dream
Inside the gloom of the â"š¬í‹Å“wildlife saloonâ"š¬â"ž¢
The wolfwhistles
Sounded just like laughter